Question

TRUE LOVE
(Text)
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
Ono! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worths unknown, although his height be taken
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compas come;
Lover alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out ev'n to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor man ever loved.​

Answer 1

Answer:

are you mad or making me mad