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.
Love is not love. It alters when it finds alteration. It bends with the remover to remove. Love is an ever-fixed mark. It is the star to every wandering bark. Love is not Time's fool. Love does not alter with its brief hours and weeks.
Love is a guide. It is like a compass that leads the lost to the right way. Love is endless just like the countless stars in the sky. Its value can't be calculated just like the altitude of the heavenly bodies.
I agree with Shakespeare's impression on love. His words of wisdom persuade and inspire the readers' innocent minds.
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