Believe Me, if All Those Endearing Young Charms

by Thomas Moore (1808) — a poem card from Justes Mots

A vow that even as youth and beauty fall away like rose-leaves, the heart will only turn more faithfully.

Believe me if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
Were to change by to-morrow, and fade in my arms,
Like fairy gifts fading away,
Thou would'st still be ador'd 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.…

Themes: love · anniversary