The tyranny of time shall not prevail,
For in these lines your beauty shall live young.
Time’s jealousy shrouds beauty in his veil;
Worn tattered vestment, proving youth undone;
For Time himself cannot but ever age
And covet that which he can never hold,
But in these words his spoil is here forbade;
In living ink, your glory here retold.
As long as men can read and words avow;
As long as beauty’s grace remains esteemed;
As long as thought transcends the here and now,
So shall your visage live, and be redeemed.
In stalwart lines your beauty shall live on,
And mock his might ’til human hearts are gone.
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