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.


I was intrigued by this sonnet, thanks to "Sense and Sensibility" movie and got around to googling its entire content.. and here it is..

I did notice that shakespeare has a thing for rosy cheeks.. This I say from the few snatches of shakespearean verses that I come across at times..
But, you need to understand Mr. Shakespeare, that "rosy" cheeks are not the only ones that come under time's binding sickle.. There are all kinds of cheeks and non-cheeks and mere cheekbones too that fall under the compass' range :)