In the short-lived sunset of the evenings
do I often sit and wonder;
My attempt in the art of appreciation
of a temporary, transient splendour.
For if even this glorious end of day,
in all its majesty, only momentary,
Then are we fools, drowned in passion;
Believing permanence to be a possibility?
O, ítis so difficult to doubt such a matter!
When my mind has only memories to miss
Of our two hearts entwined,
embraced in a kiss.
But this loveless, unfeeling question,
shall I leave uncared and ignored.
I shall prolong my difficulty of doubt
For the reminiscence of love
is a sufficient reward.
You now spread wings of the angels
And the hours of your breathless absence
Turn not to minutes,
but to undying days without your presence.
Yet our love shall remain, always,
as ítis meant to be
And unlike these fleeting sunsets,
From transience we are free
And our love shall live on