On the eve of the end
when hands turn swollen
and stony with age
while eyes dim toward
the ever dark
only you will still
restore some sparkle
to them.
Untouched by age in my sight,
still the same
image of youth and beauty
I fell for as a boy,
you are my immortal love
whose divinity knows no decades.
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And upon looking at you
I will be restored to
the glory of days past,
and conclude that I am
no longer on death’s door,
for I am with a godess
and surely must have passed.