Time ravages, love endures. A tender testament to enduring love’s resilience.
They say, Time is like a torrent,
On victims, marks scars ancient.
No flower can withstand its smack,
Every fortune, bloody ransack.
It robs lovers’ thrill,
Boredom in hearts, it fills.
Years passed,
Months lapsed.
Yet, tender and kinder,
As morn dew,
Your love,
Remains anew.
Jan 15 2018. Edit March 2024
