Yr.+11+Poetry+Anthology+-+'Sonnet+116'

=SONNET 116= William Shakespeare

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.