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Sunday, February 14, 2010

Happy Valentine's Day!

Sonnet 116
William Shakespeare

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-fixèd mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth 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.

(my favorite sonnet . . .who doesn't love some iambic pentameter?) ;o)

2 comments:

Anna said...

What a beautiful sonnet, thanks for posting! ..and your cookies and Valentine mailboxes turned out SO CUTE!!!

Mom said...

Yes, Janna, iambic pentameter does it for me every time!!! :-)