When we fall in love, how does that love endure through the ages ? Which part of the person do we fall in love with. Is love just a habit thats truly hard to break ? How does the world around us teach us to think about love ?
A gentleman by the name of William Shakespeare wrote a sonnet that tried to answer some of these questions. The beauty of poetry is that is always poses as many questions as it answers so, have a read, have a smile and feel the lurrrve ;)
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. William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)
I read this poem when I was 15 and I still come back to it on days when the cynicism of the world pulls me down. To quote Taylor Swift,
"I'M not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale
I'm not the one You'll sweep off her feet,
Lead her up the stairwell
This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town,
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
Now its too late for you and your white horse, to come around...."
For those days - I pull out my book of sonnets and fall in love in love all over again :D
