I’ll not ever neglect to see
Beauty within thee,
When age has encompassed your form.
Time is but the first thing
To release itself, from a thing captured.
A form captured, in arms, glowing in the sunshine,
And from everything else that blossoms,
Sprung in the springtime.
All is for me to greet thee, and your smile, to savor every while
That we bleed happiness upon the other,
Upon the time when time is stilled.