For Lyn

If I had loved them all, as I love you

Then life might not have been so much a waste,

For now, I find, it’s all that I can do

To make the most of what I’ve left to taste.

 

My youth has gone, and all I hoped to be

Which makes you precious, more, and by the hour,

For when we’re old, your scent will linger on

Like some long-faded, fragrant Spring-time flower.

 

And you will still be with me at the end,

When hopes and dreams and achings turn to dust,

Young lovers then will lie upon some field

And stir our ashes, in their youthful lust.

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[cynthiabuhainbaello]

Beautiful, excellent, profound and tenderly affectionate write.