Thou art my love
Thy locks are silver dusted now with age,
thine alabaster brow now marked with lines
Both joy and sadness have written on thy page
but still the beauty from within thee shines.
The bloom of youth no longer on thy cheek,
thy curves are softer now than what they were
but to thee still soft words of love I speak
Thou art my love and to thee none compare.
thou art my love and in thy smile I glow
Thou art the sun and moon and stars to me
the love I bear for thee must daily grow
what matters passing time to me and thee.
Thy love for me, my love for thee must be
a love song that is sung eternally.
Jul 2004
Thy locks are silver dusted now with age,
thine alabaster brow now marked with lines
Both joy and sadness have written on thy page
but still the beauty from within thee shines.
The bloom of youth no longer on thy cheek,
thy curves are softer now than what they were
but to thee still soft words of love I speak
Thou art my love and to thee none compare.
thou art my love and in thy smile I glow
Thou art the sun and moon and stars to me
the love I bear for thee must daily grow
what matters passing time to me and thee.
Thy love for me, my love for thee must be
a love song that is sung eternally.
Jul 2004
