| Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be.
The last of life, for which the first was made.
Here are fruits, flowers, leaves and branches,
And here is my heart which beats only for you.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breath and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I have loved many, the more and the few -
I have loved many that I might love you.
I shall go the way of the open sea,
To the lands I knew before you came,
And the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me
The memory of your name.
I want to die while you love me,
While yet you hold me fair,
While laughter lies upon my lips,
And lights are in my hair.
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