Yes, seasons change but not your constant heart,
Now in my autumn years I see this so,
Relentless change is sure the worlds’ chart
And time may come, but time must surely go,
But no, not you, steadfast and yet unshaken!
Against the vagaries of time you stand,
And though, in words, your measure can’t be taken,
I proudly count you lover and a friend;
For in glad life, no greater gift is this
Than loves’ sweet pledge to weather savage time,
No memory is as strong as love’s first kiss-
Your toil, your trust, your truth lives in this rhyme.
Though changing seasons may yet squander life-
Could words attest, you’ll ever be my wife.
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