For those that are married/trying to marry, when did you realise you loved your spouse/wife or husband to be?
- Thread starter Angelina
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@Angelina this is for u
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 wand'ring 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 prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.
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 wand'ring 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 prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.
@Angelina In this poem, Shakespeare was a dummy. or a genius? The women who think this is a love poem, are the dummies.
Because what he is saying is--Love is not the love that alters or changes. Its never shaken. Even when he lays briefly with rosy lips and cheeks flings. No --his love is the love that goes back to his love at home waiting for him.
How pathetic is Shakespeare huuuno?
