Can someone write me a poem?

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.

Death chased me for many centuries

but i couldnt die

i could only lay down my life

"is she the one"death asked

i simply nodded, deep in thought

"i wish you eternal luck as you journey to the land of the mortals"

"keep it. you'll need it in catching me" i replied

my name is Isaurian Xanvier Hades

and i am the god of death