The early years have departed;
Brief is the course of life.
Yet, time’s passing has not
Dimmed the love in my heart.
Although your outer bloom
Has gradually faded,
Your inner beauty remains.
Loving and affectionate,
Your grace ties my heart
To your own
And will hold me captive
Until death demands
My unpaid debt.
“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.” ― William Wordsworth