Saturday, June 6, 2009

Love Poem By Shakespeare

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 prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

"Husbands, love your wives even as Christ also loved the church, and gave Himself for it." [Ephesians 5:25]

Have a happy and peaceful Sabbath. Shabatt Shalom.
God Bless! e.c.

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