I've finished the last of the Shakespeare sonnet. I find the full piece really lovely. D & I have been through so many things over the course of my stitching this, the message truly touches me. It is sort of a declaration of the binding love that holds two people together; immovable, loyal, and steadfast. I hope that when we're 80, our children and grandchildren can see how our marriage and love has withstood the test of time, and pass this down in memory of that.

A good portion of Sonnet CXVI is in the piece, but here's the whole thing:

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.