True Love

 

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.

Billy Bob Shakespeare, Sonnet CXVI

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  1. Bonnie Raitt Strickes AgainI’ve beenstudying that song, the waythe guitar comes in right thereand criesexactly that wayI meanI’ve studied that song anda lot of songs just like itonly differentI’ve put years of my lifeinto just that songand what it meanslike a phantom armI want to thank you, Godfor how beautiful that song isalthough sometimes I wondershould I have gone on wonderingwhat those songs were about.It sure is a pretty song.Forrest CuroApril 26, 2007

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