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 "
- William Shakespeare

It is useless to try to understand it all, Because it was never necessary to define a feeling, Feeling that is so small, and at the same time so big
"ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS, FEEL IT!"
- BorllyStar

Submitted by : brunovitiritti

Sonnet 98 from Shakespeare

From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him,
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odor and in hue,
Could make me any summer's story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew.
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
     Yet seemed it winter still, and, you away,
     As with your shadow I with these did play.