a Tete-a-Tete with W. Shakespeare

My response to Sonnet 116.

I do not know if our marriage is of
True minds to which there’s no impediment.
Though I appreciate the sentiment,
I query whether I should not remove,
Or alter when I alteration find.
I don’t know if my love can ‘spire to be,
An ever-fixed mark.  Because for me,
I’ve watched his tempests shake while I’m behind
A river of tumescent silent gloom.
I run beneath the star to wand’ring barks,
My worth becomes imprisoned in his heart,
His fists�"they chase me, even to the edge of doom.

   If I am right and this upon you prove,
   I still have writ and ever did I love.  

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Ess,

In true form of THE poet you have graced this page with a proper reply as Shakespeare himself would be most proud! For those of you unfamiliar with Sonnet 116, I have saved you the time by copy pasting it here:
(very good Ess, very good almost an identical measure)

"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:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
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 proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved."

Keep writing,

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