Guest emmi emo girl Posted June 27, 2011 Posted June 27, 2011 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. this is writen by william shakspeare this sonnet gose out to bryon coz i love him
Guest emmi emo girl Posted June 27, 2011 Posted June 27, 2011 i love you more then this great composer can write
Guest emmi emo girl Posted July 1, 2011 Posted July 1, 2011 ONE THING HE FORGOT TO WRITE IN THIS POEM LOVE IS PAIN NOT PLEASURE
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