Let me not..

Marriage of true minds is Truth of Love
Love is One: seamless..independent and free..
Alteration and impediments are undefined..
Ever-fixed Love looks on changing tempests
And cannot be shaken..'tho each tempest is made of Love..
Time is thought..appearing in Love..made of Love
But Love is unaffected as time plays the fool
Through rosy lips and cheeks..or hours and weeks
Even appearing on the edge of doom..
All seeming errors are made of Love..
The Bard spoke Truth...

A response to:
SONNET 116

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.
~~William Shakespeare