I will not find your beauty dimmed with age
As happy years of love adorn your face,
Nor witness life’s abundant trials upstage
The wonders of your wild, eccentric grace.
No! Mine is not the heart that falters – mine
Is not the promise shaken with the earth;
Against eternity, we two entwined
Lie nestled in our passion’s endless worth.
And though I fail to see the scars of time,
Lament the lonesome soul who thinks me blind;
What knows the cynic of a love sublime?
I look at you, and all I seek – I find.
This vow enduring as the decades fall:
You are my light, my life, my love – my all.