V

They say that love's a true mark ever fixed,
Unchanging though the earth and stars may swerve
Into new orbits, should all matter mix,
Alter love won't, possessed of iron nerve.
Through transmutations of the home and tastes,
Though land and borders be unrecognized,
We'll pass the times of large or shrinking waists,
So what if flesh is fickle, we've no lies.
True, fashions never hold from month to year,
(In any rainment dear you look sublime,)
I'm by your side and I'll remain right here,
We'll be united through the end of time.
      Some hearts don't alter, beating two by two,
      That's how I'll always love you Dr Who.