Where love went wrong.

Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.
It is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken.
Love alters not with time's brief hours and weeks,
but bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.


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