There's always something comforting when I'm
By her; as if the hours simply melt away
And I am left unaltered by the time,
Younger than I had been yesterday.
She smiles at me, and I'm a boy again;
She looks away, and still I am a youth,
But aging once again as normal: when
She glances back, I'm free from that harsh truth.
I cannot feel my years, nor do they shine
Out of my face, when she and I are one;
As long as I am certain she is mine,
I feel my heart and sinews new-begun.
So I, when old with her, shall give no tongue
To crabbed complaints, for I shall still feel young.
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