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.
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.
-William Shakespeare
Sherry’s Thoughts:
Indeed, Shakespeare is right.
Love is eternal.
Love is unchanging.
It is not love if it changes with change.
Love remains constant whatever difficulties it may face.
It is like a North Star that guides the sailors at night.
Love does not fade.
Love lasts forever.
“Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.”
Love is eternal.
Love bears it out until the end of time.
If he (Shakespeare) is proved wrong about his thoughts on love, he has never written,
nor no man has ever truly loved.
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