The Anniversary

by John Donne (1633) — a poem card from Justes Mots

Everything in the world grows a year older and nearer its end — except this love, which has no tomorrow but more of itself.

ALL kings, and all their favourites,
All glory of honours, beauties, wits,
The sun it self, which makes time, as they pass,
Is elder by a year now than it was
When thou and I first one another saw.
All other things to their destruction draw,
Only our love hath no decay;
This no to-morrow hath, nor yesterday;…

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