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 wand'ring 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.
At this point in my life, the hard philosophy in this poem doesn't really hold...he creates hard marks and points and edges to the word love in his descriptions and beliefs..."even to the edge of doom"...I find the opposite of hard words in this poem are wonderfully soft and more how I would describe this notion- "alters", "wand'ring", "bending"....and of course, allows my mind to reference the infamous 1 Corinthians and think on our idea of perspective- he is, indeed, saying such a similar thing, but with harder words to make it appear more direct, edgy and uninviting where the Apostle Paul writes with a softness that makes you want to believe in it more- "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil. but rejoices with the truth. Love never fails."
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