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.
-William Shakespeare, sonnet 116
There's just something hopelessly romantic about this.
I find it beautiful and heart
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