Deep Water

I love you with a love too young,
Old boyish lover, I.
My verses leap and play about;
I frolic, yea, do I.
Perhaps you deem me insincere
Who laugh like stars above;
Oh, yes, I know we’re older dear,
But old love still is love.

The waves of love, they grow and grow,
They roll a tide to thee;
Old age is never feeling low
When mastering the sea!
And if these words unfold more youth
Than magic ocean’s spray,
I tell you, dear, and it is truth,
Old love is young as May!

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