A love which starts as would a bloom,
Grow and grow yet never loom.
A love you cherish, as well as groom,
A love to take down to the tomb.

A love that is a summer night,
To take thy breath beneath a starry light.
A love that fused upon first sight,
And lasted long as it grew its might.

My love for thy an autumn day,
The sun stay hid, yet children play,
And as the wind shall blow the grey,
Remember that our love will stay.

A love presented, strong and bold,
Its walls withstand the winters cold.
My love for you cannot be told,
But only show, as we grow old.