Many a liking comes with an expiry date
As affection slowly mutates into hate
But here’s truth in its birthday suit alone:
Love is commitment in action not just in tone.
I’m aware those pearly eyes will lose their sparkle;
The smile in the corners of that mouth may no longer dazzle.
I know that velvety skin shall wrinkle into a crease,
And that bosom will no longer catch men’s fancies.
But though you change the frame,
The picture surely remains the same.
So, wondering if I’ll stop loving you, later or soon
Is like wishing the sun will replace the moon
So we’ll remain, after no more valentines can be celebrated
We’ll linger, even after no anniversaries will be commemorated.
Beyond the fleeting boyish passions and fading girlish emotions,
Tireless affection it will be, raging angrier than the oceans.
Ours will be an airtight love-bond, lacking in porosity
Extending beyond finiteness and right into infinity
So if out of curiosity you ask when I’ll stop loving you, Sweetie
My sincere reply would be, “On the day after eternity”