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 prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

Good evening fam 💜
We talked another shakespeare’s sonnet in our class. I wonder what do u think these verses? I would like to discuss with you 🫶