Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true

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 wand’ring bark,

Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. 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 prov’d,

I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.

Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare will always be my favorite poem. I find it profoundly accurate on how I wish love to truly be. It’s a steady thing, not fleeting, or afraid of time. Love is something that we should always know is there. Do you truly love someone if there are conditions? Do you love them if you have to change them? Or is it really love when you love them inspite of their snoring, nail biting, and bad taste in music? I think we should love their flaws as much as their virtues if we are to claim that we love them.