Until the end of time
from the marriage of our hearts
to each stride carried and breath
in my youth and in my old days
shall i love you even in death
in life's prose and heaven's ryhme
i shall love you until the end of time.
from when the needle weeped a white tear
as i wove you unto my soul
and through each happy moment
or in mortal's turbulent skyfall
my words and deeds will ryhme
to relish you until the end of time
and when i shall hardly see
when snow will sprout in your hair
you'll be my beautiful from horizon
to horizon- God's creation that's fair
and our golden heartbeats will ryhme
most of all, as always until the end of time.
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