No precious metal on this earth e’er found
Can bind the hearts of lovers; never will
The mighty oak stand closer to the ground
Nor seasons changing ever yet stand still;
No summer love eternal e’er stood fast:
Like cryst’line snow it trickles down with time;
Tho’ many try in vain to make time last,
All snowflakes cling to glass and turn to rime.
‘Tis wedded bliss they say that tightly binds
Two lovers’ hearts; but all too soon, alas
They break apart; each lover erstwhile finds
That wedded bliss has all but come to pass.
Ethereal tho’ my love may seem to you,
Defy all time, I will, to prove it true.
© Cindy Lapeña, 2012