"True love grows as the ages grow
It grows as the years pass by
The young and callow do not know
The heights that the heart can fly
Passions of youth are not true love
For love is a deeper thing
It lives in a world that lies above
The beardless days of spring
And when the days of life are old
And youthfulness fades from sight
Then our true love is like spun gold
For then it is at its height
And as the daylight fades to night
In the evening of our day
True love will glow like candlelight
And will hold the dark at bay"