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.
William Shakespeare
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.
William Shakespeare
4 comments:
Happy Valentine's day Vicki !
I wish We could have celebrated it in the mountains......the most romantic place I know!
I keep thinking of your post the other day, about the old gentleman who passed. I'm glad he will be with his sweetheart on Valentine's Day.
Vicki...........the post about the changes to your new book........well, it seems that you are at a milestone in your evolution as a thinker/writer. Change is happening in your heart and brain, and the next book(s) will reflect that! You GO Girl!
I adore this sonnet and had excerpt on my side bar for Valentine's week.
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