SUNDAY POEM Posted on Sunday, Jan 27, 2008 2:55AMFriday, December 8, 2017 by Jim CullenyLet me not to the marriage of true mindsWilliam Shakespeare – Sonnet Let me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments. Love is not loveWhich 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 cheeksWithin 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..