Never Too Old

Dear Lady too old for love,
You are my rose, and my dove,
My earth, my star and my sun,
My life, or else i have none.

If love can triumph o’er time
We two have friendship sublime;
If novels laugh a last page
Then happiest endings have age.

Dear lady too old for bliss,
I have solution for this:
Hold all my poems very near
And kiss each word spelling “dear”.

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