September 20, 2010
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True Love
This Shakespearean Sonnet says that real love does not change, it stays solid and strong like a rock or a mountain; but a mountain will eventually erode away, whereas love will not.
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-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.PS In Shakespeare’s day, bark meant boat
Comments (8)
That first sentence was one of my high school yearbook quotes. What a blast from the past when I randomly stumbled upon your page!
Except…this sonnet is just dripping with sarcasm.
@NightCometh -
No, it’s not. Anyone who’s truly loved will understand this.
@phantomFive -
LOL! Being loved doesn’t mean I’ll interpret Shakespeare the same way you will
I’ve probably listed this as my favorite sonnet and been able to quote it since you were just a young thing, and I’ve been loved several times since then.
@NightCometh -
I didn’t say been loved
@NightCometh -
Incidentally, I am older than YOU!
@phantomFive -
Well, I did memorize Shakespeare as a child. But nonetheless, nice to meet you, sir.
@NightCometh -
And a pleasure to meet you, too