Treasure Island

David Wood

(07 April 1950 / London)

Sonnet 32: Times Ancient Clock Etches Lines on our Face


Times ancient clock etches lines on our face
We are not young anymore, fresh youth’s song
Is an old tune now as we run life’s race.
And youth’s beauty have cast deep shadows long.
Now sweet heart our good health is on the wane
With hair once long and dark is going grey
We only have ourselves to keep us sane
A cold comfort that leads to cold decay.
But our love keeps the heart warm and tender
It’s grown over the years with tender bliss
Loves rapture that my heart does engender
Does make my heart leap with your tender kiss.
True love does not weary with age nor fade
It lives in the heart and is heaven made.

Submitted: Monday, July 01, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 02, 2013

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  • Lorraine Colon (7/3/2013 12:48:00 AM)

    I like this one so much. This is the meaning of true love - physical changes not diminishing our feelings, but rather enhancing them. Well done. (Report) Reply

  • Vipins Puthooran (7/1/2013 9:52:00 AM)

    True love does not weary with age nor fade
    It lives in the heart and is heaven made.
    *****************************
    love is a pure feeling: : : : : :
    an excellent poem! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Vipins Puthooran (7/1/2013 7:51:00 AM)

    True love does not weary with age nor fade
    It lives in the heart and is heaven made.
    *****************************
    love is a pure feeling: : : : : :
    an excellent poem! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

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