Call me cheesy, but…

Let me share my most treasured poem of all time.

Love 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-fixèd mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring 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.

If you take the time to figure this poem out, you’ll know he’s right.

One thought on “Call me cheesy, but…

  1. it is the truth my friend, this verse of old
    few, if a sorry human finds this place
    and more likely their cursed hearts carved from mold
    duplicitous amidst a sated face

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