I Love Thee More
Poet: Unknown
Each day, beloved, I think I love thee more
Than any day that we have ever known,
But less than that which is to come.
What will it matter then, in after years,
The furrowed cheek, or ever-whitening hair,
If always Love grows stronger, more serene!
Think in our hearts what precious memories live,
Not one of mine which is not also thine,
Binding the old bonds closer every day,
Weaving new links in Life's bright golden chain!
We shall grow old and weak, with feeble steps,
But closer every day, our clasping hands,
Since every day, beloved, I love thee more
Than any day that we have ever known,
Yet less than that which is to come.