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, Sonnet 116
1 comment:
Your post has me tempted to look up some of Shakespeares words, like "tempest." I've never understood all of Shakespeare, but discovered just enough to get the point. Thanks for your words. I'm glad your blogging. I don't know all of what's going on, but I have praying for you just the same. PS- Thanks for the BDay card. :)
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