Jan. 9th, 2009

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If you see this, quote me something either in my journal or your own, for I'm half parched for poetry today. I'll start.

Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impdiment. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
Oh 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 lived, nor no man ever loved.


Shakespeare

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