Sonnet 116: 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:
O 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's 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.
5 comments:
Thanks for the sonnet Jeff!
Beautiful..
Stephen Happy Valentie's to you and Gareth
Happy Valentine's Day to you and Gareth!
Thanks for reminding me that Shakespeare had a word for every occasion!
I love that, beautiful!
I didn't know it 'till now.
Thanks for Share.
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