Let me not to the marriage of true minds (Sonnet 116) William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds 

(Sonnet 116)

William Shakespeare - 1564-1616

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 prov’d, 

I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.