My heart was yours before I ever met you,
I long to love you ‘til the end of time.
So do you think that I could ever let you
Become a passing spell that’s not sublime?

All roses wilt as autumn ends in sorrow
Blind nature kills their petals, and the shoots
That bloom away their passions meet tomorrow,
Where passing spells leave nothing but their roots.

My love for you is stronger than life’s ending,
Yet how it’s so I’m at a loss to say.
Your roses in my heart go on extending
The fragrance of our passing spell’s bouquet.

For as long as I love you and you love me,
Our spell will pass, but last eternally.

For Katherine Lynne Wheeler, my beloved fiancée
February 14, 2005

First published on Objectivist Living here.