The union of souls sincere sincere
There is nothing that prevents:
Love is not love
If changes when it encounters obstacles,
Falters or if the minimum fear.
Love is an eternal March, dominant,
Which faces the storm bravely;
It is the star that guides the errant sail,
Whose value is ignored, there at the time.
Love does not fear the time, although
His scimitar not spare the youth;
Love alters not hourly,
Stated before for eternity.
If this is false, and that someone is proved false,
I'm not a poet, and nobody ever loved.