When time shall pass, then at last
My sonnets I shall write
When I am aged, on gilded page
With memories burning bright
I shall pen of thoughts within
Before the thoughts take flight

On quiet days with golden phrase
I'll write for love's sweet sake
Like fresh dew found upon the ground
New songs my words will make
Though I grow old with things untold
Love still is much awake

Love does not die as time goes by
But sweetly lingers on
I'll sing my song with passions strong
I'll tell of loves I've known
For none can tell of love so well
As she who loved but one

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