Sunday, September 13, 2009

This is what I think . . .

Sonnet CXVI

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.

(thanks bill)


a little music said...

So few people really understand this concept. People toy with love as if it is something to be dangled like a carrot, something to be withheld when they don't approve of another's behavior as a punitive measure. As if people are not crushed by the lack of love or squashed beneath the weight of disapproval . . .

Love unfeigned - what a concept!

Self Care Girl said...

I love Shakespeare. (*sigh) Enjoy your blog too!