:This was a fun one.:
Do not think I love you now;
That poem was written time before
My rose has withered on its bough
Its perfume faded evermore.
I do not know this strange new her
That stares at me through your brown eyes
I only know the nymph you were
The beauteous wonder, strange new prize.
Why wear you now this sad disguise
Where my true love's heart does belong?
Have I been taken by your lies?
Then why so does my heart still long?
I'll love you always, you should know,
But only the you of ten minutes ago.