A Groom Admits His Hearts Desire Poem by Amanda Shelton

Let me note to the marriage of two bodies that I admit my hearts desires and love to my bride. Love is not love in which alters when an alteration is found, or bends with the hearts desires to remove mine own heart. Oh, no! It is an ever-fixed mark on one's mind and conscious that looks on temptations and is never taken as a mark of regret; it is the passions to every man's heart, whose worthy of the unknown although his heart is taken. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks of a blushing bride and eyes like sickle's surpass none ales but she who I marry. Love alters not with his brief hours, weeks and months. But bears it out even to the edge of his own doom. If this be in my hearts error and upon my brow, and I never regret. Nor no man ever loved like I have found. Be this may my life be over by this day's end for I shall be married to my best friend.