The Precious Years

When the winds blow cold in the longest months

…between winter and spring flowers

Will you be there to warm my heart and soul

to help me pass the longest hours?

If I reach out to you in passion’s thrust

…with needs I cannot deny

Will you open your arms to embrace my love

or will I hear a weary sigh?

If my body grows weak in my final season

…but yours still glows with youth’s desire

Will my love alone be your comfort true

or will time’s irony prove you a liar

Your beauty’s deep and a jewel to treasure

…and I’ve plucked you for my own

You embrace my strengths and see no faults

your child-like eyes can’t see alone

With my years I’ve seen the truth

… age overpowers all that’s good

Your smile betrays your innocence

you think all will be as it should

So I agonize o’er each season’s change

…shiver at the calendar of time

Sharing intimacy like sweet red wine

and loving what is mine

I know the cost I’ll make you pay

…when I wear the death face of a clown

Can I let you sacrifice your precious youth

…knowing how quick the sun goes down.