One life is not enough to live with you;
Reminds the fading glory in the west,
For he at dawn renews his golden hue
As we drift daily closer to our rest.
His march relentless, measured out by time—
Though oft the clouds besmirch his radiant smile,
Yet to our eyes, each day a steeper climb
That leaves our limbs to bear a heavier toil.
Though time’s pace quickens, love grows ever strong,
Where months turn weeks, and weeks turn fleeting days;
Still, be our time together short or long—
What matters this when laboring in love’s praise?
Yes though our sun may set, it too shall rise—
Each day I see forever in your eyes.

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