I came across this Shakespeare sonnett:
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
height be taken,
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love aters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edges of doom.
If this be error, and upon me prov'd,
I never wirt, nor no man ever lov'd.
Ah so true! It's a good reminder, find a meeting of minds in a book lover, find someone who doesn't want to change you, and love will stay firm.