On Finding Your Photograph
Here, as once you were, you are;
From frozen pasts your smile made young and new;
And diamond hope that shimmers like a star
Across the lakelit face of lovely you.
Though hearts around you fade, and faces age,
You have not grown old – not sun, nor spray,
Nor all the scraping winds can turn the page
Wherein your volume’s awe would date a day;
Instead enamoured Time has stolen back
From then to dreaming now with paint and brush
And adds to nature’s charm with age’s lack
A beauty shown more deep by lightest touch.
And years shall dwindle by, and days seem less,
My love will grow beside your loveliness.