Life And I

Life and I are lovers, straying          Arm in arm along:     Often like two children Maying,          Full of mirth and song,     Life plucks all the blooming hours          Growing by the way;     Binds them on my brow like flowers,          Calls me Queen of May.     Then again, in rainy weather,          We sit vis-a-vis,     Planning work we'll do together          In the years to be.     Sometimes Life denies me blisses,          And I frown or pout;     But we make it up with kisses          Ere the day is out.     Woman-like, I sometimes grieve him,          Try his trust and faith,     Saying I shall one day leave him          For his rival, Death.     Then he always grows more zealous,          Tender, and more true;     Loves the more for being jealous,          As all lovers do.     Though I swear by stars above him,          And by worlds beyond,     That I love him - love him - love him;          Though my heart is fond;     Though he gives me, doth my lover,          Kisses with each breath -     I shall one day throw him over,          And plight troth with Death.