Wrinkled Time Only Lent It’s Own Real Self To The Outside Of The One I Love. Poem by Mark J Fenton

All altering time’s painted canvas of my sweet love is wrong,
For to my mind my love’s not changed her appearance.
'Tis but only time’s illusion that appears in her changed.
Time changes not what I see of her sweet innermost beauty.
Wrinkled time only lent it’s own real self to the outside of the one I love.
Time’s all - touching brush paints a just mirror to it’s own decaying self.
For ageless love in eternity lives on in it’s youthful beauty untouched.
As no paint nor colour nor anything could ever change my love’s heart inside.