Sonnet 116 is een van my gunsteling gedigte en ek dra dit op aan Alf en Madelein.
“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 […]