Allow me to introduce you to time
A lovely and dear friend of mine
Oh father with your piece of mind
I bid farewell to your uneasy stare
For there’s a fiery feeling so rare
And the constraints of numbers
Deem not fair
What he begins to ask of me
So I set loose this anchor
And head to sea
Ready to deafen the siren’s call
Ready to feel my darkness fall
Oh father, oh mother, you taught me well
But it’s true love I follow
To heaven or hell.
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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.
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