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Sonnet 116
William Shakespeare
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.
Sonnet 18
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
No word in this world that is more romantic than love. Love can make people happy.
They say love makes the world go round and that, it is so magical. Its power is so strong that
people can’t explain their feelings nor describe it and even one thousand words are not enough to
say what they feel. As the cliché goes “Love is like a mystery, full of mystery.”
In today’s generation, most people especially teenagers usually confuse love with
infatuation. They might probably say that it is love at first sight or that person is the right man for
them because there is a spark between the two of them like some fairy tale movies we watch. It
really depends on a person because we, humans, have really different notions when it comes to
love. As for me, I don’t believe in love at first sight. We can’t feel love with just a blink of our
eye or a snap on our finger. It’s not an instant noodle that once you put a hot water, after few
minutes, it is good to eat. I always believe that love takes time - time to know and time to grow.
It is like a rose. You need to plant it, water it and cultivate it for its bud to grow. It really takes
time. Sometimes, you will become impatient or get tired of waiting for it to bloom. You even
wanted to give up for it seems hopeless. But with the right amount of nurture, never living it a
bad weather may came or disaster, it will blossom just like what Shakespeare said in one of his
poem “O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken;” And if you
will continue to nurture it, it will never wither nor die.