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 us 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 prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.
- William Shakespeare
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In terms of true love, there are no problems too great to overcome.
It cannot be called love if it changes when the loved changes, or ends
in death.
Love is constant and unchanging.
Love sees challenges and is not afraid.
Love is infinite.
Love does not waver with time, even when beauty is affected by time.
Love is everlasting, and will last until the very end of time.
And if all that I have said can be proven wrong,
Then no one has ever been in love.
.: iPod :.
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