A Call To Hopless Romanitics

Okay, so one might think that being single, I would just ignore or bypass this holiday, as most single people do. However, and unfortunately, (for me I think), I am a hopeless romantic. Sooo, in light of the aforementioned and in celebration of this most special day, I thought I would post one of my favorite poems of all time.

Written by William Shakespeare in 1609, this poem, and this poet too for that matter, have the best handle on what I think love should look like, of anyone I have ever read. So, all that said, allow me to share with you "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:

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'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.

Happy Valentines Day!