Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116

This sonnet, written by William Shakespeare, is the essence of the love that is in me for family.
In its truest form love bears all things, and patience is at its best application when those lovedĀ are the object. Whether you agree with every action or like every negative trait that your loved ones have–love covers them all.

True love strives to see the glass as half-full, not half-empty, and does not waver in the winds of a storm. Love weighs the positives against the negatives and no matter how the scale balances, the positives win the day.

Momma Cha

SONNET 116

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.

Our Source: William Shakespeare Sonnets

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