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| Teico Atkins |
The visit was to last 40 minutes,
Would the time drag on with awkward moments of silence?
Would there be a gulf between us
A divide growing with time and diverse interests?
The moment for visitation arrived,
And as quickly passed
News and memoires intertwined
Into an abiding theme
Of mutual interests.
Of mutual cares.
Inseparably related
Miraculously joined
Shakespeare 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.
William Shakespeare
(1564 - 1616)
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