Two Lovers Fresh

TWO LOVERS FRESH....... I watch two lovers in fresh embrace through my installed double glazing they seem too young for such desire that all embracing consuming fire.... It warms me, innocently gazing My border yields a single bloom he plucks, with love uncaring and offers up springs new born child with heart of hope and passions wild I watch, arthritis flaring Yet scarce the beat of an aged heart nor the flash of a dying star separates me from he outside nor she from my sweet bride.... Is yesteryear so very far ? For her I mourn most wistfully my wife, my friend, my lover. Her face I see in spring's first flower her voice in winter's final shower.... how fortunate to love her The radiator clanks and whines and pants out breaths of steam. It paints the glass with foggy hue to swallow up the outside view and terminate an old man's dream