Changed? Nay, I'll ne'er confess that I have changed.
My heart still loves you, in its old fond way,
The only change that in my breast finds room,
Is that I love you better, day by day.
Changed? Nay, my very life is all thine own,
Bound unto thee, my love, while it shall last,
The sacred ties which blissful make us one,
Will never end until all my days are past.
Changed? Yes, all nature speaks in varying moods,
The earth, the seas, the ever changing time.
There is but one thing which is constant dear,
And that - my love - for it is ever thine.
Changed? Nay, it ne'er shall be, the love I feel,
Has found its resting place in thy dear breast;
Most priceless is the jewel it has found.
And I am most content, and truly blest.