Every atom of my being here has changed,
And yet my love for you remains the same;
On the four corners of this world I’ve ranged,
Yet no love for another, you defames.
What corpuscle then holds this lasting light
When all the dust that made me turns but so?
Each day that remake differs ever slight,
As cracks and weathered edges here do show.
Each year this sentient soil is so replaced
And I am not the man of yesterday,
Here still my heart may tremble in your grace
And love remains unchanged despite time’s sway.
Love as a truth endures, forever grand,
And being true, transcends the mortal sand.
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