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Random Poem of the Day

1Let me not to the marriage of true minds
2Admit impediments. Love is not love
3Which alters when it alteration finds,
5O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
6That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
7It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
9Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
10Within his bending sickle's compass come;
11Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
13If this be error and upon me prov'd,
14I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.


4] remover: the one who departs from love. Back to Line
8] worth's unknown: man cannot grasp the star's heavenly worth and astrological infuence. Back to Line
12] edge of doom: the brink of Doomsday. Back to Line