What is love to you and me
If it does not mean eternity?
What is love at all, my friend
If it withers, dies, to dust descend?
The fragrance sweet of tender flowers
Long remain though soon they decay,
So love the fragrance of the heart
Still warms the soul long past its day…
Like the light of stars that are no more,
That travels still to worlds unknown,
So love through time and space keeps on
After you and I go gently down…
So when I say this love will last
Until the very end of time
Its not a fantasy, alas,
It is the truth, and truth sublime…