Through the years

Your beauty blossomed like the reddest rose: the years - so kind at first - your looks enhanced, and lovers falling at your feet, entranced, will see perfection in you, head to toes. And yes, my love, this heart's completely yours, devoted like the rest to what I see, but know you will not stoop to look at me, so dreams of you in vain my soul explores. As years no longer prove themselves your friend, and lovers false to shadows disappear, when vexed by fading charm, some day you'll hear these words: my love for you will never end.