Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds
Or blends 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 Times 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.
-William Shakespeare
Sonnet 116
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it’s a nice poem. It explains very clearly about the love and life. Everyone has his own opinion about love. For instance, a man at millionairematch.com said, “The biggest part of marriage is love; its purpose is life”.
a very realistic sonnet.....very few understand d meaning of real love these days....
chanced upon your page quite by accident. loved the sonnet. its very real and touching and beautiful.
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