My Love Was Young Poem by Ollie Slaney

My love was young, and now is not so gleaming,
There's nothing keen as Time to douse a fire.
My love was Spring, but now in Summer greening,
I'm running out of new things to admire.
Like Wisdom, every shining revelation,
Is one less thing that I have to discover.
And finding dwindling cause for celebration,
I see how many men would seek another.
But still I feel no different as at first,
Our gold is still as gold, and gold won't rust,
I lust the union some see as a curse,
That all the world conspired to create ‘us'.

I found someone who makes a fool of Time,
Who moves in lines I never can define.