Beautiful words, true, but not right ones. Not Even You
You asked me once when love was new
If aught could change my love for you.
I told you then that only one
Could change my love, yourself- dear one.
Now years have passed and tears have passed,
And faith is dead, but I at last
Have found, dear heart, not even you
Can change the love I bear for you.
--Helen Parkinson Neal
