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 proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.



5 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by ilsekoch on November 4, 2012 at 8:33 pm

    love is just a piece o lies.


    • love never contains any lie, simply, sometimes, it cant find its way through challenges which is why it loses its status as love and turns into something different or gets lost forever.


      • Posted by ilsekoch on November 5, 2012 at 12:48 pm

        Love is for man just a mask to get a woman, used her and then to leave. I’ll never understand how men can be so cruel to harm women just to have fun. Maybe for women love is really something important, but for men really mean nothing.

  2. Posted by Judith Kendall on November 5, 2012 at 3:20 pm

    There is True strength in the Love in Shakespeare’s sonnet- Love yourself first and the rest will follow.


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