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 lark,
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.

Sonnet 116,
William Shakespeare

*Photo by: Chelsa Yoder Photography

11 thoughts on “Love.

    • How sweet that you had it included in your program. I love that! I’m so glad to hear that your hubby came out of surgery well. Praying for a quick recovery… Have a great weekend Kate – I’m sure you’re being a fabulous nurse πŸ™‚

    • It’s one of mine too Richella πŸ™‚ – and OF COURSE I always say “fix-ed” when I read it, even in my mind! Ha! πŸ™‚ Happy Thursday my friend! Which reminds me… I should come link up to your party!

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