Years may ebb and they may flow,
As time moves on before we know,
And still your light will ever glow,
In ways you still have yet to show.
Years may give and they may take,
As time records both truth and fake,
And still your dreams are yours to make,
To live and love in when you wake.
Years may pass and they may flee,
As time transforms all that we see,
And still you are and will yet be,
Beloved by all- but always me.