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November 27, 2006
To my wife:
My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming;
I love not less, though less the show appear;
That love is merchandized, whose rich esteeming,
The owner's tongue doth publish every where.
Our love was new, and then but in the spring,
When I was wont to greet it with my lays;
As Philomel in summer's front doth sing,
And stops his pipe in growth of riper days:
Not that the summer is less pleasant now
Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night,
But that wild music burthens every bough,
And sweets grown common lose their dear delight.
Therefore like her, I sometime hold my tongue:
Because I would not dull you with my song.
Sonnet 102, William Shakespeare
6 years seem but scant days, and though I may not proclaim it as often or as loudly as I once did: I love you, and cannot wait to see what the next 60 years hold in store.
Posted by Shannon on November 27, 2006 9:11 AM
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