116

This is my favorite sonnet. I can still remember most of it off by heart,from reciting it at just 10. Ten years have gone by. Now, I want to write my own sonnet about love, my opinions are not dissimilar to the following..

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 proved,

   I never writ, nor no man ever loved."

I love you christopher