Sages have spoke wise words to me
They flow like invisible ink
Through my veins and my world
As the years go by, like grapes turning to ethereal wines
When my heart grows fonder
I sit and think a little about our surreal time
And write a secret poem, timidly
That has passed through ages
Like that invisible print and fabric of time
From me to you and sweet as eglantine and ageless still
Bit by bit as my love turns to malady
My pen loses it's strength and aptitude
My pallid hands clench on the last glimpse of eternity
My penmanship as the Earth cries
Of your simpler times 'twixt with mine
You are simply my Achilles' heel, my depth and picture
It seems as time goes by
The rest of the poem disappears
Like those forgotten beauties and lies
If you light a match underneath the papier
You will find my abstract love suddenly appears under those lines
As invisible ink flows like a sultry tide, true as fire and ice