A Poem for a Thursday #34

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Today's poem is a Shakespearean sonnet. I really don't think I need to say anything else because Shakespeare needs no introduction. I remember reading this in high school and loving it.

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 wand'ring 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. 

Sonnet 116

Jennifer at Pastry & Purls has shared a poem as has Reese at Typings.

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