Sonnet 116 - 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 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.
If this be error, and upon me prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.
She lay there in the darkness, the book open in front of her.
He sat in the half-light, the paper before him.
She paused before reading as she shifted the blankets.
He waited a moment as he turned up the light.
She smiled after the first line and a half.
Him at the third's end, and the fourth's.
She underlined the word 'star'.
He highlighted 'wand'ring'.
She 'Time'.
He the same.
Then 'doom'.
But he was not there yet, trailing over the end of line nine.
She re-read line twelve.
As he finished the verse.
And, as one, they let out a sigh.
And, as one, they let a tear fall.
And, together, they shook their heads, and wrote
'Time's fool - here I am
Alone.'
before going back and correcting the poem.
"Shakespeare wrote," they stated with one voice, crossing out the last line and writing the truth below. "And man has loved."
Neither added that man still loved.
And neither Rose nor the Doctor added that, like the sonnet told them, their love, true love, continued forever.
They didn't need to.
A/N: What do you think? In an English class I got distracted by a few of the words, so I just had to write this - I've had it a long time, but didn't post it for ages.
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