Sunday, April 05, 2009

April 6 - National Poetry Month - Shakespeare Sonnet 116


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.


The Complete Works of William Shakespeare

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OpenID vaboomer.com said...

With love that respects and admires--rather than seeks to change and critique, life is a blessing. You've inspired me today to write about love as a key component of positive aging in my blog www.vaboomer.com.

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