Reprise

Changes. They come to the weary of heart,
To those who least expect, the days we part
Our ways for aye. But so does change come to
Those who seek and hope, to those who love true.

Promises. Are they meant to be broken?
What of these promises already spoken?
Meant to be said later to face neglect,
From the heart quickly to lose all respect.

Time. As precious as the glitter of gold?
Certainly not! For while gold may be sold,
Time cannot, and certainly will not fall
Into the deep abyss of man’s bitter gall.

And love. The most mysterious of them all!
For to empty promises does not fall,
And to change merely bends yet stands ev’r firm
And remains faithful through time’s finite term.

Love. Blessed be love in its truest form!
For it exceeds far more what is the norm
Of blind fools and of wicked savages
By the end shall thee receive thy wages.

For love is patient, for love is ev’r kind.
She is not jealous nor does she ev’r bind.
She rejoices not with evil but with good
Blessed be the fair members of love’s brood!

For though time may be rash, changes be brash
And though promises may break and abash
Thee, love shall never be conquered nor swayed
For love fails not, from the heart shall not fade.

[Though I change and make empty promises
That fail anon, and I’m torn to pieces
By cruel time, know that I’ll always love you
And deep inside, I hope you’ll love me too.]

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