April 27, 2007

True Love


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.

Billy Bob Shakespeare, Sonnet CXVI

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At 9:15 a.m., Blogger forrest said...

Bonnie Raitt Strickes Again

I've been
studying that song, the way
the guitar comes in right there
and cries
exactly that way

I mean
I've studied that song and
a lot of songs just like it
only different

I've put years of my life
into just that song
and what it means
like a phantom arm

I want to thank you, God
for how beautiful that song is
although sometimes I wonder
should I have gone on wondering
what those songs were about.

It sure is a pretty song.

Forrest Curo
April 26, 2007


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