Where to has love but gone? A fresher face
Departed from old promises anon
To new and unfamiliar shores embraced
To seek and bide exquisite torment ‘pon?
That love which flirts, a love which has its youth
Holds in its palm the envy of the world
A radiant beauty, ne’er to be uncouth
For lovers love, and so new love unfurls
My love will age, for surely it must cede
To time, as with all things so too must pass
From love, this moment where the blush will leave
And ask of me, from me, is this love’s last?
For love, I’ll peel my mask to show my soul
And pray my love will now consume me whole