Sonnet CXVI

Sonnet CXVI

(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-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 heighth 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.

Oras bolas

To me sentindu um tanto vazia hj. Estou confusa. Love stuff… Nao sei se sinto oq penso sentir ou c apenas kero acreditar q sinto… dificil d entender…
como pode começar a gostar d uma pessoa q por outros motivos vc jah ama? eh como c fosse retroceder, regredir… serah possivel cultivar dois tipos d amor por uma pessoa soh? assim tah complicado…
talves um test drive me daria respostas…
sim… kem sabe, um testezinhu num faz mal a ninguem… kem dera eu ter bolas o suficiente pra propor um…