Sonnet 512

For only love shall stand the test of time—
When roses in the lips and cheeks shall die
And sallowness shall then gaunt face embalm,
As wanes the glint that once shone from your eye.
Those golden summer curls will wear fresh snow,
Ice crystals too corrupting jointed bones;
Straight back will bend as burdened by life’s woe
And simple movements mock youth with sad groans.
Still love survives such dread indignities
And warms the heart that winter has made cold,
There summer smiles wax bright with memories
To revel in the light of stories old.
Yes, hand in hand we shall face winter’s rage;
Sweet love the balm all hardship to assuage.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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