To be loved liked this!

SONNET 116: A BEAUTIFUL POEM BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

❤  My all time favourite! ❤

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 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.

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