Love and Time

I thought in time I’d come to see
The cracks and flaws in your veneer;
That, once devoid of mystery,
With every source and motive clear,

Your beauty would just fall away.
For this was my experience:
With others, there had come a day
When love no longer made much sense.

But here’s the thing: it’s now been years,
And nothing like this has occurred;
Through laughing moments, nights of tears,
The same awakening is stirred.

To you, for you, I feel a pull;
With you, before’s no teacher —
For closer means more beautiful,
And longer makes love

Deeper

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant