NO matter what the future bring, or give, What fortune, dire or friendly, Fate decree, Not to have known You had been not to live. Nor joy nor dour disaster may deprive My soul of that You made me presentee: No matter what the Future bring, or give. Alway Your Self, Your aura, shall survive As inner essence, lasting part of me: Not to have known You had been not to live. Each thought of You must stay evocative Of exquisite hours, unbroken ecstasy, No matter what the Future bring, or give. Pow'r o'er my spirit your prerogative Is—and remains—to all Eternity ... Not to have known You had been not to live. Whether we wed or part, whate'er arrive— Are Love's delights, or griding griefs, to be?— No matter what the Future bring, or give, Not to have known You had been not to live! |