Love Poems
Love Poems

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-fixèd 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 romantic!
This sonnet is written in 1609. And today we still feel the same way, we dream about love in the same way.
And more than 400 years later humans have archived a lot in science and in culture. Did mankind also succeed, living love in that way?
No, we did not, we still mostly only dream about it.
It’s true, there are examples, there are very few people, who found that ‘ever fixed mark’ of love in their life.
But the majority of humans experience love in different way. Love in reality does change, it even brakes down sometimes.
According to this poem, we have to accept, that that can not have been the love of true minds then.
Perhaps mankind simply isn’t perfect enough for love.
But just that mankind isn’t perfect enough of course is no proof, that love isn’t perfect either.
Therefore it is impossible to prove, that Shakespeare was wrong.
Wise guy, this Mr. Shakespeare…