Sunday, February 3, 2008

Broken Sonnet

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.


As the wind brushes my face

I remember you…

How you were once by my side

And how we were once so ‘happy’ together

A mere memory perhaps, Yet it tells a whole lot of stories…

A memory that still haunts me until today

With each surpassing day, I hope…

Hope that someday… maybe someday…

I’ll have the chance to see you again…

January 24, 2008

08:00 AM


PS These are poems that I secretly snail mailed to ivan last January 28, 2008 with the help of my dad.

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