In my mind you will ever remain young
As to that memory when first gazes lock;
I look through you at where we two began
As to the cover of a favored book.
Time cannot mute the colors of the light
That shone forth from a 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 soft seamlessly 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.
©Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.