Sonnet CXVI

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

Oh 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

William Shakespeare

Julieta P.