A love in verse

Love’s Pride

2002-08-08
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The jobs, the seasons, come and go;

It’s sunny, raining, years go by.

You do not age and seem to grow

Prettier: no need to ask me why – 


Beneath the pressures of Old Time,

Its distresses and concerns,

Your soul grows large and more sublime

And in your eyes and face it burns


Benevolently. So I see

My young missis by my side

Glowing. So it gives to me,

Blessed by your youth and beauty, pride.


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