Weep you no more....

"Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when alteration it finds,
or bends with the remover to remove.
Oh no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is not 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 its brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

~William Shakespeare
Sonnet no. 114