Ahem...... 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 tempest, 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
is that a little weird?
JohnnySegment86 1 year ago
to the edge of doom If this be error, and upon me proved I never writ, nor no man ever loved
JohnnySegment86 1 year ago
JohnnySegment86 1 year ago