let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments.
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 no 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.
i promise never to take you for granted,
or utter a word unkind,
never allow my affections to be recanted,
or stop marveling at your behind,
to also marvel at your warmth,your wit,
your refusal to condone animal slaughter,
your wisdom,your laugh,
your inability to boil water,
to be your best friend for the rest of my life,
and to thank the god you're not sure about
for fooling you into being my wife.