I'LL LOVE YOU STILL

by

Ronald G. Auguste

(For my wife, Anita)

When you are old, my Darling, and the days
Become mere catalogues of boring things,
And wings,
Once soaring splendid, flap on common ways,
In mellow woods where fall life's Autumn leaves,
Before snows of life's winter shroud the ground,
Around,
I'll love you still.... Even as dawn retrieves
Its pearly splendor from the vanquished night,
And drapes drab city streets with holy gleams,
While dreams
Dance off to other worlds with their delight,
My hands will reach into the Arc of Time
To conjure days of laughter, buried deep,
Asleep
In bygone years, to make last days sublime.

You'll always be the fuel for the flame
That urges me onward to finer things,
And brings
Me nearer to salvation.... When you came,
My lodestar blazed in glory in the sky,
And myriad sparks feel earthward in a gay
Bouquet,
Which I would swear is blooming in your eye!

May you be blest of God, my Darling,
And,
If fate decides I be the first to leave,
Don't grieve --
Since we'll have kept our promise, understand....

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by: Hannah
from: Portland, OR, US

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