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An Ever-fixed Mark

Dearest Mei Sin,

I have read it. It is a wonderful poem.

Funny thing is, I know you don’t write poems. Hehe! It’s an old one by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. But it was really sweet of you to borrow, just for me.

As your birthday is drawing near, I’m sure you’re looking forward to your present. Too bad it won’t be a surprise anymore to you, but I’m sure you are going to enjoy “using” it a lot! And, it’s not that I don’t benefit from it, right? I have something else up my mind, hopefully that will catch you surprised this time.

Dear, here’s a poetry, back to you. Obviously, I’m not a poet, so I’m borrowing a little sonnet from this great guy called William Shakespeare. I’m sure he’s ok with me doing that. It’s so beautifully written.

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’s 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.

Love,
John