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
I love this sonnet so much. It's so touching! But one thing that I don't really understand from the whole thing is the 'bending sickle's compass come' bit, but I will check it out.
It's so true and real, and I think everyone should understand this poem in order to understand what love is.
Raina
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