Love Poem #3: Sonnet 116
Did you know that April is National Poetry Month? So every Thursday, we'll bring you some of our favorite love poems that will leave you sighing and swooning! Even better, they also double as quotables if you choose to personalize your vows:
Today, we have a poem from William Shakespeare. Even though he lived over four hundred years ago, he's still the uncontested king of love poets.
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.
Posted by Natalie T.