As flowers wilt and chocolates melt,
so will gold lose its luster and diamonds cease to shine.
While women may swoon as their lovers bend one knee,
even passion will grow soft and breath run short.
Seasons will pass and as the snow falls,
so will love grow cold.
Only time will tell if this love will last.

But if your thoughts don't wander,
your gestures still sway,
and your embrace still be for me;
If your light still shines after the rain,
and is as steadfast as the sun's warmth;
If your armour you're still willing to carry,
and my purity you're willing to fight for;
If your love be faithful 'til the end,
then "I'll live with thee and be thy love."