Love Poem No. 27

To My Love On Growing Old

From our step, time steals the spring;

Its solemn goal: take everything.

But you, my dear, escaped its lot;

Your radiant beauty fadth not.

Of joys once known and pleasures proved,

Heart's memry's fixed, and is not moved.

Across the years, I see your face,

Your cheeks aglow, your lasting grace.

Tho sight and sound do soon depart,

Your light stays bright within my heart,

And when I cross the bar at last,

Within my soul and firmly fast

Will be your smile, your twinkling eyes,

A vision fixed, without demise.

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