All glory of honors, beauty, wits,
The sun itself, which makes time, as they pass,
Is elder by a year now than it was
When thou and I first one another saw.
All other things to their destruction draw
Only our love hath no decay....
All glory of honors, beauty, wits,
The sun itself, which makes time, as they pass,
Is elder by a year now than it was
When thou and I first one another saw.
All other things to their destruction draw
Only our love hath no decay....
Completely pulled me in, somewhat to my surprise.
Completely pulled me in, somewhat to my surprise.