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.
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