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.
Oh, 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 is 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.
Two friends of mine are to be married today, and I know many are thrilled at the prospect. It is a union born of friendship and forged in love, and their marriage will no doubt sweeten the world with its unalterable bond.
My dear readers I hope that you know love in your lives.
To know love, you must give love, freely and without expectation of results. No matter what you face, love is the perfect point of departure. If you leave the shores of this moment or the next upon a dinghy of disdain, complaint or dissatisfaction, you will surely be crashed upon the rocks by the tides of discontent.