06092009

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


I have known love.
I have experienced it more than once.
In each of those times, I had more than my share of troubles.
And for a good while, I truly felt that despite everything,
my relationships were immovable.
But I've learned otherwise.

And perhaps it's naive of me to say so,
but I truly feel that this time around is different.
A marriage of true minds, so to speak.
From the beginning, there was an attraction from both ends.
In fact, attraction is too shallow a word to describe
that instant connection that we shared.
And from the moment we started hanging out,
we were inseparable,
and that remains to this day.

Granted, we haven't had many obstacles to overcome,
save one.
And still, judging from the way things have been handled
with this one considerable impediment,
I can already see the difference.
Despite such "tempests",
our relationship has not been shaken.
Not in the least.
If anything, we have only grown stronger,
as it should be.

I am so completely content,
as I've expressed in my past several blogs.
"It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken."
The happiness and love that I feel is so immense,
it is immeasurable.
And although no physical measurement
can be put with such great emotion,
its boundlessness is one that any person can notice.

And I have complete faith that our love will not
fade with time, but in fact do the complete opposite.
Shakespeare describes what love is not:
"Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come"
Love is not susceptible to time.
It does not change with the hours and weeks,
"But bears it out even to the edge of doom."
Despite spending so much time with each other,
our feelings have only intensified,
and I believe it will continue to do so
because every day, every second spent with him
is just another moment that I can take in
and appreciate just how amazing he truly is.


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