time does not wither you
sweetheart
time crawls away before you;
for though the weather’s
adulterous touches may show
and cares may draw lines on the brows
and you might touch your hands and back
and sigh: “I think my skin is getting rough with time”
- there is a glow in your heart
and nothing diminishes that ever;
there is always that radiance,
that radiance of you that is light
the radiance that was there when we first met
is ever there
and life is always still and quiet
in admiration in your presence
and time is pale with shame
for thinking it can diminish you;
but seeing that the admirers of your shine
and those beings who sit in the embrace of your warmth
have only increased over the years
and that what you give glows ever
like the sun rays over the hills and valleys
time is humbled before you -
yes, how can
time wither you?
sweetheart
time crawls away before you