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.
With the dawning of today, my beloved enters into his true age of denial. I will not shame him by admitting his true age in such a public forum. However, I will tell you that I am three years his senior. That should be enough of a hint for any regular readers.
Happy birthday love. I hope it is a fun day for you!