Jun Gonzales Poet Sonnet

My Love At 50

I wish for my true love and dearest friend
Of such I find myself most undeserved
To have thee more, what grace did condescend
My life made full thy favor has preserved

I gladly then each day with thee to spend
And all thy yesteryears seem only then
As wings the winds of age could not unbend
Art still more lovely at two score and ten

I pray the silver on thy head would not
Distraught thy mind the coming days unfold
For I as thee shall fade just like a cloth
Until within reveals thy heart is gold

This world will pass with all that we adore
I wish till then, to love you, only more

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