Heart… Home… Lovvvvvvve

Ever visited a strange place, or met someone for the first time and felt like you’d come home?   It’s how I’ve been feeling lately, and there is something so comforting about coming home, and finding a love that makes you feel like you’re home even when you’re not…  It’s the most striking part of love for me, the warmth, the sincerity, the security, and the honesty, just like home…  And I mean HOME, not just a house…   And I love my SL home, for it’s full of love and warmth, and it comforts me.   Love comforts me too, and it’s most dear and precious to me, and so I’m sharing my favourite love poem here today:

“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”.   
Sonnet 116 – William Shakespeare

 

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