May I forget my name, my love;
My job, my home, the same, my love:
The name o' that...blue thing above,
Ere I forget your love, my love.
May I your tender love recall
When worn to dust are mountains tall:
Through million years, ten thousand lives,
Recall the sparkle in your eyes.
Though I grow feeble, fading, old;
Though I (or e'en the Sun) grow cold,
Still may the lasting memory
Of your sweet love yet come to me.
I rather would forget to breathe
Than lose the joy your love brings me:
And pray ten thousand lifetimes through
That I may bring the same to you.
Written for Diana 1/10/2000 (at work, shame, shame!)
In response to her email wherein she said "Don't forget I love you." Silly girl...