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 wand'ring 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 prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.
I just awoke from the most beautiful, vivid dream I can still see
My parting words giving up something I never thought I'd find. I think it was an angel. None love like that in this world. Humans are too needy, selfish.
I have to go and - "Cry me a River...... " and then get on somethin' funky and shake ma lil ol' fenny (American) style. Vivid dreams are amazing - - so real.