Secondhand [UNDER RECONSTRUCTION]

Dedications

To my friends and family,

For your patience, love, friendship, humor.

Also to Jesus Christ,

For letting me experience the love that people die for willingly.

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 wand'ring bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his highth 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.

~ Sonnet 116, William Shakespeare