’Tis not the stone that whets the blades of men, Nor ignites the fire in their hearts ablaze. ’Tis not for honey’d words our wills will bend, For sharper tongues have left us better haze. “Twas not for glory that we, mountains scaled, Nor wage upon the stars our next frontier. “Twas not for naught we’ve sought ourselves, and failed, Nor why we hold our times of loss so dear. “Twas that moment, blinding, like a ray of light That dawned upon our minds from high above. That transcendent knowledge of pure delight: That infinite feeling of being in love. Worlds will pass, times change, and empires fall. ’Tis your love that will outlive them all.