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 star to every wandering bark, Whoseworth'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 "Your Anniversary Is Magic" So this is the magic The magic of love Love is sweet and deep Deeper than oceans Oceans of feelings that extend Extend your arms, draw me close to you You are my life, my world, my very existence It is the magic being married to you Author: "Harriet E. Coren" Page made with love by Joddie :)