Time Is Cruel, It Knows Not Love Or Youth

In rabbit’s fur I find you touching it you come to mind can’t stop feeling the memory your alabaster pink thighs elicit Horses on the right gallop away at full speed past me lions on the left hungry are always looking for prey my heart screams as the lamb quietly eats unaware the lion approaches In the warmth of your smile the sun runs and hides you look beautiful tending the fragrant gardenia garden the one you cultivated with your caring hands always singing beautiful melodies to them Your tongue plays with your lips I crumble like an Oreo cookie in milk my anxious heart crushed I lay myself like a tame animal at your feet Organ grinders! Grind that love song the one we made love to on that sorrowful night in the winter of her death that soon after brought loneliness and old age I cry not for myself but for the beautiful love we shared memories we shared are inculcated in my soul filling the many notebooks I wrote of you Those passions stirring in me don't won't die overwhelming this old man's mind to tears I recall endless seasons we frolicked loving for hours talking about our wonderful future that lay just ahead Did we know our time together was finite? No, we did not We were too involved with each other to notice Young people never notice the dissipation of time My advice to you young lovers the urgency is now to make each embrace last a lifetime love and treasure each other and kiss as if each kiss was the last Don't look at your good fortune and feel your love is everlasting because you are young and found love, it is not time is cruel it knows not love nor youth the devil can pop up anytime Youth in love cares not what tomorrow may bring but tomorrows of constant toil and anguish, loss and sacrifice missing now are surreptitiously hiding lurking around the corner and are nearer than you think.