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In honor of the Blogger's (Silent) Poetry Reading :

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:
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,
Bur 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.
- William Shakespeare

I first read this sonnet in eighth grade back when Maribel and I had the best english teacher ever, Mrs. Lois Cohen. I loved it then and I love it now, and yes I am more than a bit of a Shakespeare geek...

Thanks to Cara for reminding me about this in yesterday's post.