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-fixèd mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his highth 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, not no man ever loved.
-William Shakespeare
Even a cynic like Shakespeare believes in love. Even my Shakespeare literate teacher, obsessed with the dark and the ugly, and the dirty that is Shakespeare couldn't find something dark in this sonnet. Love exists, it's real, and everlasting. I won't believe any different. The corruption of the world, the changing times, I don't care. There is a happily ever after, there is always love.
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