...and again

Sonnet CXVI
by 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.
Oh, 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 is 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.

on love

I think it is right and just that all creatures be free. Indeed, that God Himself has ordained the world and our relationship to him in such a manner. Love therefore cannot be coerced, it cannot be conditional, it should not require preference upon another, it must exist strong and true; penetrating all frame, faculty and nature.
Love must be free, for love that is not free is not love at all. In such a state of mind I require that onto others; that they be free. And as apparent dichotomy time and again prove itself the founder of truth, in freedom will exist absolute security. Within this security evolves the greatest form of acceptance, adoration and love for the creature in it's rawest state, as God originally saw fit. It is this that I wait for, and for this that I hope.

If I was free to hold you
I would.
I would kiss you for a
thousand days
and when those were through
I'd kiss you ten thousand more
until we understood
eachother's eyes
dove into our souls
and knew Him
so much better