It is the star to every wandering bark

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-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.

This is my favorite of Shakespeare's sonnets. It beautifully describes what love is and what it is not. How it is never shaken, but bears it out even to the edge of doom! I hope you all have a lovely Valentine's Day! Love! 

-Emily

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