Oh how I wished he'd admit impediments to the marriage of true minds Love is only love If it alters, when it alteration finds And bends with a remover to remove It is no ever-fixèd mark, It is fragile in nature, easy to be shaken Like a fickle, yet dangerous spark No matter the height to which you've been taken. Becoming love's fool, through cozy smiles and sunny peaks Within its bending sickle one will succumb, Love will alter, with moments and systems of deceit Makes one wish for the edge of doom: I wish this be error, please, upon me proved I'll never write, instead cry about the love removed.