Age Cannot Wither

Longing floods my soul For that first time we met In our secret sylvan grove Far from prying eyes Where you first uncoverered To me your silky alabaster globes With their darkly crimson rings. Then did the whole world seem alive As every fibre of my being danced In our communion with nature In the union of our bodies. How rich was that moment As we lost our singularities To become truly one and universal. Now frailty enfeebles my frame And I recognise that never again Will we relive that glimpse of eternal ecstasy. But the flame lives on in memory And it will brightly burn As long as our hearts beat true. Never will I forget you.