You say you love me
Till the end of time;
I say I love thee,
To make it rhyme.

Both thee and me,
We are sublime
To lovers be
Though past our prime.

Yet love is young
That starts a-new,
And few have sung
As me and you.

For no love’s old
In loving hearts
That starts so bold
Because it starts.

In us now lives
A joy so fine
To each it gives
That great word, “Mine.”

A “Mine” that’s me,
From me to you;
A “Mine” that’s thee
Our whole lives through.

For all love rhymes,
What e’er the age,
With timeless times
Of truest gage.

And truth of hearts
And minds is one
Because it starts
And is not done.