|Sunset at Land's End, San Francisco
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove
|John Roddam Spencer Stanhope Love and the Maiden, 1877 Legion of Honor, San Francisco
O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark,
|North tower of the Golden Gate Bridge
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.
|Sea Monster from the baroque set painted for my wedding in 2010
William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116