Oh wild vine that blossoms with fragrant buds into colored splendor on the end of my front porch. I watch you season after season as you creep up the trellis little by little as you seek to climb to the sun. Each year you rise and I grow older as I see your beauty come and fade. How I wish I could capture your beauty and hold it still in time, so that neither you nor I would ever age, but be held fresh in our state of beauty and bliss so that time could not take away beauty or fragrant life from either of us.