Even those that asserted that I love you and look tenderly upon you.
Thus far, my perception knew no reason, no wisdom.
My fire burns clearer now.
Time's myriad accidents, snake in between vows,
And alter the proclamations of kings.
Tans hallowed beauty, and dull the keenest purports.
It averts mighty minds into modifying affairs.
So under duress of time's tyranny,
May I not say 'Now I love you best.'
May I not now say that love is a newborn babe.
That it grows and will still evolve.
