"Sonnet 116" by William Shakespeare brought to you by Rachel Sanfordlyn Shreckengast

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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 fixe'd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring barque, 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

Best Wishes,
Rachel Sanfordlyn Shreckengast
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