Though object pleasures may have no end,
To grand gestures I hope you’ll bend,
Love is the single timeless thing,
This world can promise to bring.
The art of the world brings love along,
A vase, a painting, a statue, a song,
The art may die but lessons stay,
Love won’t have a final day.
My gowns, my shoes, my beds of Roses,
My cap, my kirtle, and my posies,
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten:
My love for you shall never turn rotten.
I offer you my Heart, my Mind,
My youth, my life, our affection to bind,
Although my age, Time will move,
Eternal is my love for you.
