You asked "how timeless is thy truest love?",
Whose simple answer I cannot convey,
For all these pithy words can never serve
What my heart desperately seeks to say.
Though hues of green solemnly turn dead brown
When summer brashly strikes his burning rays,
And all lights winter's endless nights shall drown,
My love eternally lives in spring's days.
Let skies be shattered, earth be torn asunder;
Love shall remain whole forever and ever.
The sands of time may dry all livings' moisture;
The bloom within 'tis heart shall never wither.
All things come across and duly part their ways,
But still I stand where my steadfast heart stays.