Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit 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.
-William Shakespeare
I came across this sonnet in my 12th grade textbook. I remember this poem vividly because this truly captured my heart. William Shakespeare is undoubtedly THE best poet ever! His style and his absolute truth made me love him more than ever. He is my second role model (well first being my dad).
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