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. The union of
two true hearts is spotless.
Love not love. If people change their hearts, they also change. If people change their ways, they change
their ways
. Oh no! Love is an unshakable beacon
looking down on the storm unmoved
Love is the star, the mast that guides the voyage, although the height is measurable, but the value is
immeasurable
I never wrote about
true love and never came. ----------Shakespeare
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