I can live without anything or anyone, but I cannot live without God!

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Sonnet 116

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 tempest and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

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