Forget-Me-Nots
Leave me now love, if you would not grow old.
Memory will keep your beauty on hold
For autumn afternoons when leaves turn gold
And on wintry eves when the days are cold.
Years will drift by like clouds upon the wind,
Painting the dappled landscape of my mind
With visions of impressionistic hue
Of love I left behind when I was new.
A view from afar is never so dear
As the heartfelt warmth of one who is near.
I’d rather share the seasons as they pass
Then scan them through memory’s looking glass.
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