Sonnet 116

BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

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.

juicyyaya

Submitted by juicyyaya on

I don't see what the problem is

juicyyaya

Submitted by juicyyaya on

I don't see what the problem is what you say how you walk the way you do what you say I don't see what the problem is the way I feel the way I look at you in a whole different way but the way that I look at you is a very loving way I care anyway in a way where it just can't get erased out my mind I don't see what the problem is

juicyyaya

Submitted by juicyyaya on

I don't see what the problem is the way you walk the way you talk the way you touch me the way you hold me the way you feel me I don't see what the problem is the way you look into my eyes deep down to in my soul of my eyes I don't see what the problem is the problem is respecting me the problem is the way you talk to me the way you carry on the way you wrap your arms around me just make me feel so secure I don't see what the problem is when you lift up your voice I always see what the problem is you so caring you're so loving you're so passionate I always see what the problem is