Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms by Thomas Moore

Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly today,
Were to change by tomorrow, and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy-gifts fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.

It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear
That the fervor and faith of a soul can be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear;
No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns on her god, when he sets,
The same look which she turned when he rose.
-- Thomas Moore

I wanted to post this poem when I saw the pictures of my great grandparents that were sent out on our family list last week. I picked these two pictures of my grandparents because I wanted to show them when they were first married and then older. It's a happy thought that love grows, and changes, and still stays the same -- just like people do.