To My Old Love, Still Bright
My love, though time has dimmed
these aging, weary eyes,
And silver strands have claimed
auburn-raven strands of hair,
I see you still, in youth,
and nothing can compare.
Through aged years, we become both
unwise and wise.
The smile that once made daylight
blush and rise with glow,
Still warms my soul when I am lost
In dark despair.
Each wrinkle speaks of stories
we have learned to share,
A life that bloomed beneath familiar skies,
just so.
Though eyes grow weak
and vision fades from time’s own part,
We laugh at all the years and time that slipped away,
No need for youth, for joy will always light the way,
I see you still, through ardor burning in my heart.
As we sit with feet once fleet in passions chase.
Yet love remains, enduring, in this gentle space.

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