Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration 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, although 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,
But 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 (1564 - 1616)
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Yep, 10 years ago we said "I do" and we have (so far) lived to tell the tale! There have been some great times and some not so good, but it is important to focus on the good stuff. Above is Shakespeare's Sonnet 116, one of our readings during the ceremony, and still a favourite of mine. The groom's not to bad either!