Tender Eternity

I can love you with flowers, love you with smiles,
I can love you with letters and cards for a while;
I can love you with skipping slick stones on the sea,
But I say I love you with tender eternity.

I can love for a few weeks, love for a year,
And I give it my all and I love without fear;
I can love for a moment of rare brevity,
But then, what is love without tender eternity?

I can love you for a season,
Or till the turning of the tide;
I can love you for ten thousand days,
And ten thousand nights besides.
But any number is a limit,
And perfection is free;
Perfect love, my perfect love,
Is tender eternity.

I can love you with whispers, love you with sighs,
I can love you with passionate, smoldering eyes;
I can love you with kisses and warm cups of tea,
But what is it worth without tender eternity?

I can love you for a season,
Or till the turning of the tide...

I love you with the dawn and the dusk of each day,
We share the same sunshine from so far away;
I know through the twilight your thoughts are of me,
And I, I still love you with tender eternity.

I can love you for a season,
Or till the turning of the tide...