..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 bear it out even to the edge of doom.

if this be error and upon me be proved,
i never writ, nor no man ever loved.

-william shakespeare

Monday, May 5, 2008

..bear the consequences..

you took away my life,
..but you let me live,


god bless!!
-guidance, over and out