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 had about 1 hour to peruse the blogosphere today, and I note people either heart Valentines Day, or loathe the day.
I actually cannot think of a better thing to celebrate, than being in love, or being loved, and thanking those who love me, and reminding those I love that it is just that..... Even in those moments I am not soooo lovable at all.
The grouchy days, when I wish I could take those words I said, and bury them in the back yard where no one would ever hear them again. The days where I wasn't the best daughter, friend, Sister, Wife, Mother. Because lets face it, none of us are perfect.
So I think this is a glorious day to celebrate those who love us, and those we love, thorns and all.
And I dig Sonnet 116. It is one of my favorite reads on this Holiday, heck I do not care if this Holiday is a "made up " day....
I have a full heart, and enough chocolate to last me a month, if I ration it....
