Feb 14, 2008 11:56
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.
Happy Valentine's Day, everyone. The City is absolutely breathtaking - I hope you all enjoy the Venetian landscape.
((OOC: Everyone she knows is receiving a blush-pink rose, signifying perfect happiness in the language of flowers.))
an ever-fixed mark,
queen of the adriatic,
just like a dream,
venice,
i heart my friends!,
i love you all!,
sonnet 116