To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old

[audrey]

I must ask of you, my darling,
Only once, but frankly so,
Searing, single, fearing question.–– 
Moments come, and moments go.

Though I know your love is truthful,
Even truest love grows cold.
Therefore I must needs petition.
Will you love me still when I am old?

Down the stream of life together,
Joyously sailing side by side,
Hoping on that bright day to anchor
Safe beyond the surging tide.

Cloudless sky may stay today, but as
Night falls nimbi could unfold
So as flagrant winds accuse us
Will you love me still when I am old?

Morning will soon begin waning,
And its evening bells be tolled,
But my heart shall know no sadness
If you’ll love me still when I am old.

So as hairs turn shades of snow, and
Dimming eyes reach out without hold                 
I will claim of you your promise
Worth to me a world of gold.                               Sweet love poem, Kinda reminded me of that old Beetle song, When I'm 64.... lyrics being...,Will you still love me  
                                                                        when I'm 64. I like  your rhythmical  meter and rhyme in most of the verses. The last verse seems a bit off in
                                                                        timing. also might re-think the word choice here........dimming eyes reach... maybe .dimming eyes fade  
Will you love me still when I am old?                   without control... Hard to fathom eyes reaching out. Rhythm is off in the fourth verse also...these types of poems are
                                                                        rather difficult...  that said, you did quite well   





O sweet love, my ancient answer
Changeless from my virgin spoken word,
Surely furnished from heaven’s throne,
Surely relays, you are succored.

Love, dear dove, can never wane
This eternal flame has just
Begun warming your precious soul.–
Though all rusts and turns to dust,

Even morning’s sun will pass away
Fading, dimming, obscuring your view,
Truest gladness grows beholding
You in evening’s glistening dew.

Even mighty time can’t touch
That which I love about you;
Vaunted time incapable to
Alter the Beauty of you.

For within you you let shine forth
That which I most dearly love
Ever sweetly you exude that
Beautiful, Glorious Dove.

Clothed in beauty by His Glory
My love for you cannot fade.–
I will always love you even past
Death and time’s long dark shade.


You can never grow old!  Be not dismayed.