Love is not love...

Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

O 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 wondering 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.

William Shakespeare

If I could be but a poet in the years of old William. To posses the talent of words and their uses. To be able to make love more passionately than any painter e'er did on a canvass. To set life on its axis and send the universe to oblivion wtih the stroke of my pen! To be but a writer, I would never be so happy. To see people swoon at my words as if it were a set of beautiful blue eyes. What would I write? Oh I know just the thing.

Sonnet I

Oh save me not from thy eye's hopeful glance!

That thou might look upon my face once more.

Oh Spare me not one last word from thy lips!

Even the moon gives clues to her exit.

The light of thy face outshines the sun.

As the stars are thine shimmering blue eyes:

Eyes bluer than the deepest sea or sky,

Eyes that contain all of this world's wisdom.

My soul to yours will forever be tied.

Death could never divide a love like mine,

Time could never dissolve a love like mine,

Space could not dare to touch a love like mine.

Thy voice like the morning birds becons me.

I will reply like the sun's morning rays.

Brook D'lin