Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare

By Sonnet 18 I realized more than what I know that LOVE is..

A mystery, something that we feel, that we fight for, that we look for. Sometimes misunderstood and sometimes is taken for granted. A word which is defined not through words but merely by actions because words are not enough to satisfy those thirsty mind that longs for its identity. True love does not change over time. It's not selfish nor conditional. Always hopeful and forgiving.. Love searches for truth even though pain is along the way in doing so. It serves as strength to the weak. Sacred to consider and an eternal thing worth living and dying for.

Mylene F. Balonzo
BEEd-A

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