By Jove,let me your abode dwell

That our love would be forever young

Likethe coulee,it would know no sagging

And though we would like the flurry beavers

Know inescapable decline in time

Our strengths would wane

Andour beauty would someday diminutivize

But our hearts would forever beat alike in love

If I truly lie in the meadows which your heart

Andyou water the roses which is my love

Our love would echo even in death

And bards would muse after us

And we would etch our love to sempiternal sands


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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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