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, & 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 & cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours & weeks,
But bears it out ev’n to the edge of doom :-
If this be error, & upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
- William Shakespeare
I’ve always liked this sonnet. My favourite lines have been:
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds,
&
Love alters not with his brief hours & weeks,
But bears it out ev’n to the edge of doom :-
I believe all those people are lucky who could still look back & smile. It doesn’t matter whether you are with that person or not…some memories stay beautiful forever. Although I shouldn’t have said ‘it doesn’t matter.’ In some cases, it does but in some, one doesn’t even want to look back, cause when we do, fumes start coming out of our ears.
The other day I read that true love is something that makes you feel as if you are the 1st person to discover things just like Adam when he opened the first eyes in the world. I unfortunately do not know & neither could I recall anything of the sort. But those who have experienced anything of the sort are not just lucky, but also blessed.
