Week of Love: Wednesday's Favorite Poem

For Wednesday poem, I am pulling out a famous classic: Shakespeare Sonnet 116!

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 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 proved,
   I never writ, nor no man ever loved. 

Oh, how I love this sonnet! Favorite lines: "O no! It is an ever fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken." It stirs something in my heart. It makes me want to grab my husband's hand and say, "Babe, we got this. We might be facing a storm, but it can't shake our love." By the way, we are facing a storm. A nine-month-long storm. My husband just started an intense schooling program...while working full-time. I feel scared, but I know between God, the help of friends and family, and our love, we will get through this. "Love bears it out..." It is more than a feeling or whim; it has endurance. Resilience. [Insert tough face and a cross-armed gangsta' pose] Ugh, can't phase this! Take that, Trials!