Let me not to the marriage of true minds (Sonnet 116)
– William Shakespeare
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 prov’d,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.
I was introduced to this sonnet in high school, and immediately fell in love with it. This is a poem that speaks of that ideal love, a love that never falters. Only Shakespeare could describe it so perfectly.
Have a beautiful week!
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