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The Epidemic of Seeing
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All In Love I look at you,
Beautiful and willowy in your youth.
I see the trickle of your curls,
The long grace of your lissome bones,
And I know this, too,
Will fade,
Even the grandeur,
(If I'm smug enough
To name it thus, )
Of mine youthful face will
Slow it's shine with memories.
But our bones shaved of youth,
Will still entwine in years,
The scrape of polished age will
Twist-turn innocence into known.
And our hearts twin-beats
Will shine with all the
Youthful thirst for life we know,
Comforted and brave in
Old and new,
For each dawn is but another
Sunset, waiting thus.
