Of course you love her just the same As when at first you wed, Perhaps with not so hot a flame, But still the coals are red. The new-made blaze is hot with heat And ruddy with desire; But time shall give you something sweet -- Peace and the quiet fire. Of course you love her as of old, Your love she ought to know. New loves burn hot, new loves turn cold, With all the winds that blow. But time shall bring the steady blaze, The flame that never died; Yea, time shall bring contented days, The quiet ingleside. Of course you love her as of yore -- The years that you have shared Have made you love her even more Than youth has ever cared. Of course you love her just the same, Your love she ought to know, For time has brought the steady flame -- But why not tell her so? |