What is love? It’s a question with varied answers. All my friends can answer it right away. There are those technical answers from the point of view of psychologists and psychiatrists. Answers coming from those with philosophical views are also known to the world.
Whatever the meaning of love is, I still love William Shakespeare Sonnet 116. It speaks about love. I kind of somehow agree with William Shakespeare‘s thoughts. The idea of love and how people feels when they are in love are fascinating. It’s not Valentines but why not? I’m sharing the sonnet below.
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.
Have you ever been in love? What’s your definition of love?