Love is not 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 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 love

The Lady's Poems

I am going to start a new blog!!!!!!! I have found a new love for poetry, and so I am going to be blogging some of my favorites. The address is www.theladyspoems.blogspot.com . I hope you will drop by for a visit.
Love,
Denielle