… Springing through fated infinity,
fool’s fearlessly rush to and fro…
How could youth have escaped my embrace?
Did I protest, or simply let go?
… At what point in our lifetime’s continuum,
did my reactions and stride start to slow?
Are you blinded by faith of these changes,
or too ashamed to admit all you know?
… Is it affection that brighten your smile,
whenever I enter the room?
Or is it sight also failing,
validation of impending doom?
… Despite the signs of advancing age,
this simple fact shine quite clear.
My passion for you to this day feels brand new,
as I feel youth has escaped my embrace!
I shall love you forever my dear!! …