Old English Poem by Zoe Meyer

Love until thou canst love no more.
Until that very last breath shall slip away from thy dying lips.
Only then doth one stop love.
For it is infinite, and shall never be ceased.

Love is a bunring flame on a candlestick.
Kindle it only with the fuel from thy lover.
Other matchless love shall but only burn out the flame that unites two as one.

Be true and faithful to the one whose heart ye possess.
For that is not so easily given as it is broken.
Especially when it is not thine own heart to break.