For Meghann and Josh

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
That alters when it alterations finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark
Whose worth’s unknown those his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks
And bears it out even to the edge of doom
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

—William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116

I wish you the best on this, your special day.