Oh, no it is an ever fixed mark that looks on the tempests and is never shaken. It is the star to every wandering bark whose words unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not times full, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickles come past. Come. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks but bears it 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
And thanks for that beautiful recitation. I enjoyed listening to it. And what an explanation of love from the Bard himself. I'm a fan of Shakespeare's stories, though I have not read much of his poetry. But thanks for bringing this poetry in the audio format and I completely enjoyed listening to it