Eternity

I care about the months no more
I’d count only when it’s necessary
But keeping records of every hour
Would make me sound really crazy

I don’t really know the difference
Of months from weeks and days
Of hours from minutes and seconds
Of sometimes from seldom and always

But I only know of two phases in love
Now—that is happening at the moment
And eternity—a gift we receive from above
These are periods I can never count

So if someone asks me this question
“When did you start loving him?”
“Now and each day my love goes on
My love is infinite—no end or beginning.”

Then you asked, “How long will you love me?”
I replied, “Would you help me count, please
How many days are there in an eternity?
'Cause I will love you even after we die in peace.”