I beg you do not count the years, my love
for my beloved, Pat
I beg you do not count the years, my love,
as though the number gave you name. Abstain
from common sin that prides the flesh above
all other gifts this life affords. Ah, vain
and fearful age is not your lot my sweet!
Renew in you with each new blessed day
that which lives eternal in each beat
of yours, the bravest heart. Come, let us play
and dance the whiles, and leave grave Time behind
to count his precious hours. Look in my eyes
and in that loving mirror you will find
immortal beauty deep within you lies.
Your heart and soul are where your grace abides.
Such priceless gifts are ageless as the tides.