Tuesday, August 18, 2009

116

There is so much I long to see, so much I long to have. Dont they tell us that longing for someone or something means that we are not appreciating what we already have? The vows we made, we took the risk of forever, knowing that there would be no turning back, but now we turn our heads to look, and long.

For what is the true meaning of love "which alters when it alteration finds...".


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.
~Shakespear~

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