In my mind you will ever remain young
As to that moment when our gazes locked;
I see you in that place where we began—
The cover of a long-loved cherished book.
Time cannot mute the colors of the light
That shone forth from your heart-arresting smile,
And though some claim my eyes were blinded quite,
I do protest—conceding love beguiles.
Love’s golden book is but a storied verse
That weaves two songs mysteriously in rhyme;
Sweet strains of life no mortals can rehearse,
Both truth and myth played out in precious time.
Although the story’s end is yet untold…
You stay a mistress young, and never old.

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