I do not wish to hear
That you'll love me more with each passing day,
But never as much as the days to come.
It pains me to know
That your love for me has had to grow
From where once there was none.
And that I can never feel
All of the love that you have to give,
For there is always another tomorrow.
I wish only to know
That your love for me is constant,
Unyielding and true.
The same with each passing day,
When spent with you.