Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosey 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.
– Gown: Baroque Lady by Avagirl
– Jewellery: Anoushka Set in Black by Maxi Gossamer
– Hat: Shaleesa Hat in Noir by !*Bliss Couture*!
– Hair: Allegra by Emo-tions
Excerpt from Sonnet 115
by William Shakespeare
Photograph by Marta Gabardini