A rose will bloom then wither,
Its petals fall away,
Unlike the love I have for you
That thrives and grows each day.
A dream lasts only seconds
And then is gone and o'er,
Unlike the love I have for you
That will last evermore.
The waves wash in upon the beach,
Sand castles wash away,
Unlike the love I have for you,
Most steadfast day by day.
The seasons come, the seasons go,
As they are bound to do,
Unlike the love within my heart
That lives each day anew.
Harold F. Mohn