Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds. It is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken. Love alters not with time's brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom.
You want tenderness? I got tenderness, And I see through to the heart of you. If you want a man who understands… You don’t have to look very far. I can love you like that.