Love Ever Young
If cruel time get all the best of youth
And then stories tell the accomplished truths
Starting by laying this life's origin
Then ending in measuring death's margin.
Or if natural hair be painted white
As light of black eyes darkens with the night,
Sharp ears will hear little than usual
And thin lips whisper none of mutual.
Let skin prove the length of its seasoned stay
To cover up systems of human clay
Though mind be like pen without ink to mark
Remain it will be, you inside this heart.
Time will embrace this Earthly flesh to fade
But written in verse love ever young laid.
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