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Hadn't updated the blog for the longest time. So thought a sonnet will be the best replacement than a long post. It'll get you thinking and deciphering it's allusive metaphors and underlining meanings. Note to all, if you don't have time to blog, a sonnet always works the minds of those readers. It's a good sonnet with a monumental meaning. I'll think of something better for the next post :P

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.

Shakespeare


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