Sonnet 116

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.



    William Shakespeare   

    (1564 - 1616)

I absolutely love this Sonnet. I fell in love with Shakespeare in high school.
This is one of his less complicated Sonnets to understand. But it aligns
with my own definition of what loves is. I love to love. I love to love more
than I love to color (wink...Sex & the City).  Love is so rare and so beautiful.
Love is one of life's greatest joys.