Love Does Not Alter When it Alteration Finds

William Shakespeare's Thoughts on Love:

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.

I just thought this to be one of the most beautiful sonnets
( I know I'm not the only one) that describes the  lasting
power of love and how sometimes what we think is
 love does not stand the test of time or storms.
Shakespeare argues that then it was never love.
This challenges me to be an ever-fixed mark!