All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.
Flowers will die sun will set.
But u r ma love dat i wont 4get..
Ur name is so precious,it will nvr grow old..
Its engraved in my HEART wit letters of Gold!
