OLD COUPLE
Everytime I see an old couple I feel good, there is something sublime about them, something beautiful about them-Love. I think all young couples should spend sometime with old couples and seek inspiration from them, listen to their song of life's journey and how they crossed the deserts soaked in Sun's fury, how they fought the highs and lows of the seas, challenegd the peaks that seemed impossible to scale, down to the jungle full of dangerous wild animals holding each other's hands, smile on their faces and love in their hearts. When at the last moments of your life's journey you pause and look back its not the the wealth, the bungalows, the cars and the positions you achieved you will see but the moments that you spent with those you loved. And love is all that matters, love is all that remains in this world. Evertything else withers away with time but love.
Sonnet CXVI by William Shakespeare
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.
Oh, 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 is 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. The Dream by Edna St. Vincent Millay Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think about it,
But it is good to feel you there. Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking,
White and awful the moonlight reached
Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere
There was a shutter loose- it screeched! Swung in the wind- and no wind blowing-
I was afraid and turned to
Sonnet CXVI by William Shakespeare
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.
Oh, 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 is 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. The Dream by Edna St. Vincent Millay Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think about it,
But it is good to feel you there. Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking,
White and awful the moonlight reached
Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere
There was a shutter loose- it screeched! Swung in the wind- and no wind blowing-
I was afraid and turned to