ALL kings, and all their favourites,
All glory of honours, beauties, wits,
The sun it self, which makes time, as they pass,
Is elder by a year now than it was
When thou and I first one another saw.
All other things to their destruction draw,
Only our love hath no decay ;
This no to-morrow hath, nor yesterday ;
Running it never runs from us away,
But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.
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Because I can't explain, in my own words, how important this day is to me, and how its anticipation has made me happy since the end of 2010. I have no idea how many years are left to me in God's service; no matter how many, he's already caught me 'with an unseen hook and an invisible line, which is long enough to let [me] wander to the ends of the world, and still to bring [me] back with a twitch upon the thread.'
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