You love me in the morning
When all is fresh and new
Every passing moment seems brighter
For the sky is turning blue
You will love me in the noon
When bees hover over flowers
Nature will be at her finest
The sun will be in his powers
But will you love me in the eve
When flowers drop their heads
Cold winds begin to blow
Over the frail and the dead?
And will you love me in the night
When darkness encompasses you
When it is difficult to see
Even a love that is true?
