I would not wish thee other than thou art; <br />I love thee, love, so well in every part, <br />That had I power to change thee <br />In form or face or mind, <br />I could not find <br />The heart to re-arrange thee. <br /> <br />For we were made to suit each other, sweet, <br />Apart, uneven, but when join'd, complete, <br />With powers and failings matching <br />In each as strictly well <br />As in some shell <br />The sharp teeth interlatching. <br /> <br />And so I would not have thee change, for fear <br />The valves might ope and gape a little, dear. <br />But we are like the weather <br />A-changing every day, <br />And so I pray <br />That we may change together -- <br /> <br />Change like twin shells, that nothing can estrange, <br />But ever changing never feel a change: <br />So grow for one another <br />That each may aye present <br />The complement <br />That doth fulfil the other.<br /><br />William Cosmo Monkhouse<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twin-growth/
