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
Sonnet 116
Heart fit, breaking through obstacles and
changing hearts will change hearts, how can it be called love!
How can it be wiped out
No, love is an imprint that never fades.
Love should be a lighthouse. It will always guide people . Even if
there is a storm, it will never shake.
Love is a star that guides the lost boat . The impermanent sickle love is by no means a clown fooled by time vicissitudes of life, but love will never change until the end of the world, if anyone can prove that what I say is true , then even if I have never written poetry, the world has never loved
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