The years they come and go, <br />The races drop in the grave, <br />Yet never the love doth so <br />Which here in my heart I have. <br /> <br />Could I see thee but once, one day, <br />And sink down so on my knee, <br />And die in thy sight while I say, <br />'Lady, I love but thee!'<br /><br />Heinrich Heine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ad-finem/
