A Gold Amidst All

Winter's quality can by no means merge with my love, Elating the stigmas,freshing the trees but stay not long. Graced with illumination,concordance with the sun, In-turn in fury,scorching it,the sun made it mourn. Venus and Erato,dearly a pair, Drenched in beauty,chastising the apples,made heart fear. Nature would not agree to bear them thither, Hence,their beauty merely in fallacy shelter. Thriving through ages is her fiend, Tuned like a dirge,partly to her as friend. Age, though enticing a-dazed with wits, Tarry so long that ills meets her on the seat. But my love,attractive,splendid though not consistent like ruth, Drowning me in love,graced in diligence is Youth. 18:02:23:14:44