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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.
 

 

Shakespeare - Sonnet 116

12 maart 2004 gaan wij trouwen. 

Om 14.00 in het Witte Huis in Pijnacker.

 

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