Let me not to the marriage of true minds

 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 wond'ring bark ,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken .

Love's  not time's fool , though rosy lips & 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  - sonnet 116