Friday, February 14, 2014

not Time's fool


TRUE LOVE 
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 ev'n to the edge of doom: -- 
If this be error, and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
 
                    -William Shakespeare


I found that Shakespeare gem in this 70 year old treasure I have at my house.  My grandfather's name was George, but my grandmother's name for him was Tony.  I bet only she knows exactly why, but there it is, on my shelf, inscribed with romance "to his only treasured love."

So here's to love- not the kitchy Valentine's Day kind, but to the kind that endures.


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