Shall we forget?—you say to me. Who knows?
Perhaps old age will steal this memory.
For now, I stand to watch our wilted rose
And drown my crying in a salty sea.
Yet how can I forget? Will you enclose
My mind in fresh oblivion? Will you be
My river, tossing me in turbulent flows?
Will you, forgetting this, remember me?
Should I forget?—I want not to succumb:
I am but human; I gave my only heart.
This memory’s mine, and sadly I depart…
I’ll not forget, until my body’s numb.
Till Death take me—that be a long time yet—
I’ll love you still, and never we’ll forget.