That I shall love always,
I argue thee
that love is life,
and life hath immortality

Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.

If you were coming in the fall,
I'd brush the summer by,
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As housewives do a fly.

If I could see you in a year,
I'd wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls.

That Love is all there is, Is all we know of Love.

Unable are the loved to die for love is immortality.

We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore.