Sonnet 109, by NY Shakespeare Exchange

O! never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seemed my flame to qualify,
As easy might I from my self depart
As from my soul which in thy breast doth lie:
That is my home of love: if I have ranged,
Like him that travels, I return again;
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe though in my nature reigned,
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stained,
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
     For nothing this wide universe I call,
     Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all.

Sonnet 109, from The Sonnet Project, by the New York Shakespeare Exchange.

What a delightful interpretation of this sonnet, one that I imagine many millennial couples can relate to.  I suppose All's Well That Ends Well could be its title.  But then again maybe not.