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 wand’ring 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.
May you celebrate Love today in all its forms, including Love on the written page.
And if you are in the Washington, DC, area this weekend, you are invited to attend the first ever Romance Lovers Get Together at Arlington Rooftop Bar and Grill Sunday, February 17, from 2:30 pm to 4:30 pm. Join me and several other romance authors from Washington Romance Writers for this fun (and charitable) event. Details here.