To You, Dear Love Poem by G. Newton V. Chance

To you, dear love, to you, my heart I trust
and swear by love, the lifeblood in my veins,
will pump until it falters as it must;
when life is gone, and grief is all remains,
true feelings too, the space replaced by lust,
fealty wanes, turmoil and sorrow reigns,

Then love will pulse and spurt with life anew
and broken hearts and bridges she will mend
or break and tame the wild and stubborn shrew
and make of every foe a lifelong friend;
then mortal love will blend immortal brew
for even death our love shall never end,

When ‘dust to dust’ divides between us two,
I will eternally be loving you.