Does true beauty ever die or live on?
Her picture in my mind defies the ages
I think of her now as I do new dawn
Yet rose long ago decayed ‘tween pages
We once pressed lips…once became forever
The hand I longed to hold out of my reach
I dreamt of that kiss, the years would sever
No getting lost in her eyes, walks on beach
I age quickly now, those dreams lost in mist
Some other boy, other girl, play the game
One starlit summer night, we touched, we kissed
Later fires have now, concealed the flame
You shall never know, ode I’ve wrote for you
And we’ll go to our graves, ne’er one but two
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