To love today is worthy not.
For time and change consume as rot.
Whom be today, in hope and fear,
Give way to hour, day, and year.
Such that reborn ever ye be,
Who then can say, “I am but me!”
In flux! In shift! Turmoil! Rust!
Subject to fates unfit, unjust.
To love today is to suppose
With change and age a union grows.
To love tomorrow, as today,
We love not rocks, nor be we fey.
What dares to stand against change, ever?
The Promise of love and life together.