116
Paraphrase of 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
[First person poem telling the reader
something about love.]
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.
I shouldn’t admit problems in an honest
relationship; love isn’t love when it changes if it
finds an issue or changes with the person who
changed. Love stands still even in the midst of
storms-it can go through anything; love is a
compass or the right path- love is priceless but
part of it is tangible.
Love is reliable- it is not subject to Time
(infinity)
It can’t be cutoff by Time (like someone passes
away, but your love still lives)- love is not short
lived. It lasts to the end of time.
If my theory is proved wrong then I’ve never
even written this poem and no one has ever
really loved (very opinionated- my version of
love is correct)
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Theme or message: Love is complex- it is
everlasting, unchanging, true; love invites
humans toward the right path