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By (user no longer on site) OP 26 weeks ago
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love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering barque, 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. |
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By (user no longer on site) 26 weeks ago
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Love is the bin where you dump all logic, reason and common sense for a tattooed chav in those baggy grey sweat bottoms and a govenment funded ankle bracelet. Or so I'm told |
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