Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Love, Love, Love.

Sonnet CXVI
by William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love,
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
Oh, no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests.. and is never shaken.
It is the star to every wandering bark
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love is not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come.
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out.. even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

4 comments:

lyn said...

That's the lovliest thing I've read today.
Thank you .

shannon dowdell said...

oh, thank you for reminding me of one of my favorite! *sigh*

Gina said...

Very nice.

herhimnbryn said...

he can always be relied on to express our thoughts for us.

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