Saturday, March 19, 2011


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-fixéd 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.

~ William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116


  1. love is that...

    nice to see you wings...

    on a funny note, that book i won here has a glow in the dark cover...which has scared a few house hold members and guests...

  2. Brian -

    Just trying to get back into it. It was either that or never come back. Have to give it a go.

    - Joe

  3. Yep good to see you in the Reader Wings.