tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21607647.post-1138422212222802602006-01-27T22:58:00.000-05:002006-02-12T14:02:33.543-05:00Let me not to the marriage of true minds<br />Admit impediments. Love is not love<br />Which alters when it alteration finds,<br />Or bends with the remover to remove:<br />O no! it is an ever-fixed mark<br />That looks on tempests and is never shaken;<br />It is the star to every wandering bark,<br />Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.<br />Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks<br />Within his bending sickle's compass come:<br />Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,<br />But bears it out even to the edge of doom.<br />If this be error and upon me proved,<br />I never writ, nor no man ever loved.<br /><br />Shakespeare's ode to love here is perfect in describing how love between <span style="font-style: italic;">any</span> two people should not be prevented nor taught to be disdained. I have just started reading the sonnets, and was hoping to find one in which he writes about an ideal love, and so happily still, therefore, do I find one where he expresses his love for a young man.<div class="blogger-post-footer"> http://evol-esum.blogspot.com/googlec5b742f4e4b6b786.html</div>Evol Esumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16100920482706389765noreply@blogger.com