The bard wrote true when he said

that love is not love which alters

when alternations finds

So do not ask me to forsake

the ever-fixed mark of my heart

for your reason.

Though at times I wish I could

could walk away from that

which erodes me

But Love is not love and

this is love because when push

comes to shove and

the heavens fall from the sky

this mark will not budge

And the bard’s words ring true.