Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Unshaken Tempest Viewer, Betrothed

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 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 (Sonnet 116)

The date has been set. September 27, 2009. I am to be wed.

I am a happy man, and settled in my heart and mind.

Quoting the Bard once more:

"When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married."

Is life not an endless source of amazement, of unexpected pleasures, and undeserved joy?



fdtate said...

Shazam! Congratulations, Neil!!!

Neil said...

Thanks Duane