I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND
Excerpts from Sonnet CXVI (Shakespeare)
Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.