My hair was grey an hour or two ago;
My leg was limp, arthritis in my joints.
I had forgotten all I used to know.
But now a youthful sprightliness anoints
Where all before was pain, sadness, and woe.
I know that I have you to thank for this;
I would not be this way did you not sow
A youthful joy with every loving kiss;
Nor would I, as I find I do now, show
A vigor in my limbs before unknown
If you could not bring dead things to unslow
And quicken. Now in all of me is shown
A love that ages only in reverse;
For you have saved me from my own age's curse.
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