CAMELOT FANTASIES

Sonnet CXVI


 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.
 Oh, 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 is 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.

 - William Shakespeare