Sonnet 116

Sonnet 116

by William Shakespeare

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.

Came upon this poem when I was watching Much Ado About Nothing. It's a poem about love. How true love will prevail, through life and death, never changing, ever true. Actually. How do we know if it's true love? I mean, what are the signs? Seriously. No offence, but love is a very fickle thing. Won't you agree?
Talk about love. What is it? I mean, people keep saying "Oh, I'm so in love with xxx" So. Someone, please. Educate me. What is love? It's too abstract.. till even I can't grasp the general concept. ARGH! Whatever man. I don't really give 2 hoots about it. I'm off to bed now. Ciaoz!