My love for thee is a quiet thing,
tis as calmly serene as winter's first twilight.
My love for thee is not a drifting thing,
like that of a leaf in Fall tumbling out of sight.
My love for thee is a passionate thing
as heated as the warmest day summer brings.
My love for thee is a blossoming thing
with the pulse and breath of life in Spring. 
My love for thee is a timeless thing,
for endlessly, throughout eternity, it succeeds.
My love for thee is an immmeasurable thing,
for infinite is this eternal growing seed.