Do You Remember

Do you remember when you heard
My lips breathe love's first faltering word?
You do, sweet — don't you?
When, having wandered all the day,
Linked arm in arm, I dared to say,
"You'll love me — won't you?"

And when you blushed and could not speak,
I fondly kissed your glowing cheek,
Did that affront you?
Oh, surely not — your eye expressed
No wrath — but said, perhaps in jest,
"You'll love me — won't you?"

I'm sure my eyes replied, "I will."
And you believe that promise still,
You do, sweet — don't you?
Yes, yes! when age has made our eyes
Unfit for questions or replies,
You'll love me — won't you?