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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In Youth-less Age Though gentle, hopeful drifts we brood, but age our wont be kind enough, in threescores is when life imbued, will partial be the earthly stuff; but you'll still be my fancy then, when Suns shall be the Shallowest, and dry as those days --my fingers, pen! Diluting the persistent best; then shall I my own mind bereave, when servile times would near a close, but will your eyes, mine still deceive, that greater truth than life propose. The understanding of our earth, up till we stay, --the way shall give, entwine when with a lovers mirth, we not our age but more shall live; there I shall be a part of you, though life may still not worthy be, but time the hearts as one does sew and breeds the soul's eternity. Soon ladies fine with auburn head, in youth's subservience shall grow, with shadows white and lips blood red, to whom the haste --the world will owe; but, by the words that reason frowns, and those that cost if cared for less; within the gardens, across all towns, just you my dame this heart possess, as your my gardens cherished fruit, could time nor age do you wrong, your grace can shift a hand from mute, such do my rhymes to you belong, and the words, claims that come to me, be their center, and my days renew, until the time this soul is free, and life us quells, an end pursue; the end of the sojourn we made, shall love then still be intense more, when breaths and sight move to a fade, like youth, your age --I shall adore. R.N.Khan, © 2012
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