Love Should Not Change

I thought that you were Constancy

     Personified;

I thought your love so deep for me

     You would have died.

Nor time nor distance e’er would change

     Your heart of gold;

Alas! ‘Twere more than passing strange

     It should grow cold.

Faith, hope, joy, life, all fade away

     Since you deny;

Than live without you day by day

     I’d rather die.

Nov. 27, ‘05