Poetry / The Social Network

“An Ever-Fixed Mark”

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:
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.


“love is not love which alters when it alteration finds,” —

How often is our love a conditional expression of commitment and fidelity? “I promise to love you until I no longer love you,” or “until you no longer make me happy,” or until we get so close to the “edge of doom” that I just can’t risk it anymore.

Love, the unconditional kind, does not alter even when alterations inevitably occur. It remains steadfast — like an ever-fixed star that looks on the troubles and never wavers.

Love, the forever kind, outlasts time.

“Love never fails.”

I love that.


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