If we had all of time to hold
This love of which the world foretold
Would by death and my parting move
I would have always been thy love.

I beg a year here at thy side,
And then no more are we still tied,
So give to thee this gift of life
In hopes thy heart will feel no strife.

As spring doth come, and time move on,
And look to birds who sing at dawn,
I rest in peace here Heaven high
As the world canters softly by.

If my gifts to time doth yield
Leave behind the empty field;
Let not tarnish thy gentle name
Yet though it may  not be the same.

So give thy heart to another
Even if thy true love smother,
For life cannot go on alone
Or reap itself what thou hast sown.

Yet thee I know, thy heart grows cold
For thou hast only one to hold,
So I to time and Maker prove
That thee will always be my love.