"Sonnet 116"

By: 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 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 proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved."

My thoughts:

Love does not abandon, it is not temporary , it does not fade.

If it abandons, if it weakens, if it begins to dissipate...it was never love to begin with.

Love; an evolving presence, stands the tests of time.

Ever changing, never weakening
 ever ours.