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How shall I consecrate my love for you?

In rhyming verse, or song, or story sweet?

‘Tis said that verse doth run the ages through,

And yet methinks verse, too, may get sore feet.

Ev’n written with dark ink on parchment strong,

Cruel Time will eat away the fairest rhyme.

The blackest ink doth fade, for years are long,

And all to dust doth crumble, given Time.

An all-consuming fire could quickly burn

The sweetest poem written by man’s hand.

A precious song the memory doth spurn

When Time’s cold grip doth steal the life from man.

‘Tis true that verse can outlast man’s few days,

But touched with Time’s cold hand, e’en verse decays.