The Beauty of a Rose
The blush of youth has faded
The time that brushes the face of the clock, has changed the superficial too;
But what I see now before me is lovelier by far
Than all the beauty I thought I knew.
When the sands of time run us down as an unseen cargo hurtling into the night
We lie prostrate before a future dim, and then bemoan the times we lost
Knowing they will never be recaptured again.
The love I shared with the wife of my youth, that creature created especially for me;
With alabaster skin and golden hair, with lips upturned to smile on me
As a rose with looks so fair.
She shares her life with one such as me, a life that could have been much sweeter still;
But her choice was one of love unfeigned, a tested love with bittersweet memories
A love that only grows as time doth wane.
How can I speak of one so fair, a life with crowning glory clear
As radiant as the sun at noon, tis hard to even try....
Tis a task worth a kingly ransom.
But to you my love the one of whom I write
I can only say the words you've heard before, you are truly the love of my life
You are truly my Dulcenea so fair, you are truly my sweetheart, my wife.
Larry G. Wyatt ©
The blush of youth has faded
The time that brushes the face of the clock, has changed the superficial too;
But what I see now before me is lovelier by far
Than all the beauty I thought I knew.
When the sands of time run us down as an unseen cargo hurtling into the night
We lie prostrate before a future dim, and then bemoan the times we lost
Knowing they will never be recaptured again.
The love I shared with the wife of my youth, that creature created especially for me;
With alabaster skin and golden hair, with lips upturned to smile on me
As a rose with looks so fair.
She shares her life with one such as me, a life that could have been much sweeter still;
But her choice was one of love unfeigned, a tested love with bittersweet memories
A love that only grows as time doth wane.
How can I speak of one so fair, a life with crowning glory clear
As radiant as the sun at noon, tis hard to even try....
Tis a task worth a kingly ransom.
But to you my love the one of whom I write
I can only say the words you've heard before, you are truly the love of my life
You are truly my Dulcenea so fair, you are truly my sweetheart, my wife.
Larry G. Wyatt ©