sonnet 116

never thought that i've read shakespeares long before reading the midsummer night's dream. (most probably i forgot again!) when i chanced upon the sonnet 116, my Language Arts class in high school came back to me (we have discussed that poem in LA level 6,7 or 8 for i think a whole straight week! teacher oline was so patient with us then) my oh my, lovefool sigh. ;P

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.