Hello Lynne and all,
A very nice article, thank you.
One of my favourite literary descriptions of what love is just has to be Shakespeare's Sonnet 116 ...
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.
How descriptive. It has an unremitting steadiness about its message that makes good sense to me - Love it!
Cheers
Last edited by Lestie4containergardens; 02/14/15 11:42 AM.
