True love is unchanging and forever. It’s a sticky subject to speak upon and viewed through many lenses which affect how it’s explained, spoken, and written throughout history. Shakespeare’s sonnet 116 does exactly this on his explanation on true love and he asks the reader to defy his logic. Shakespeare is known for his work on tragic love because he explains that, love happens when you least expect it, it causes one to make mistakes and silly decisions. However in sonnet 116, he approaches the definition of love; what it is and what it is not. Essentially, it presents the extreme ideal of romantic love: it never changes, it never fades, it outlasts death and admits no flaw. What is more, it insists …show more content…
This phrase is speaking of something that is true, constant and ever dependable in the midst of struggle or confusion in life. This constant he’s referring to, of course, is love. Love, which is generally vague and dazzling, turns out to be perfectly correct; it is possible that you have genuine romance or you don’t. The speaker then goes ahead to depict the perceptual quality of love, how nothing can decimate its permanence or power. It resembles the North Star, that all limbs of the trees twist towards. Love appears to be totally relentless and completely capable. In any case, something that is so totally all-powerful ought to have the capacity to keep its victims in its grip. Here Shakespeare radiates severity. He introduces love as so completely legitimate; it is not his own particular weaknesses that are preventing his happiness. He mentions two of the greatest, most impalpable powers in human nature, love and time. He puts the two at war and expresses that love is always …show more content…
This is an imperative idea in the poem since it indicates how love can keep going on forever, and there is no time limit to what extent it can last. By focusing on that “true” as always, Shakespeare adds to the importance of the feeling. Love could endure time, despite the fact that beauty can not. He demonstrates his soft spot for said excellence, and as is known, values physical beauty above other components. At that point, he depicts what love is not: it is not vulnerable to time. In spite of the fact that beauty blurs in time as "rosy lips and cheeks" draw near "his bending sickle 's compass," love does not change with hours and weeks: rather, it "bears it out even to the edge of doom." (Lines 9-12) It likewise communicates the fundamental bitterness and subject of the whole