You’ll never be old to me, beautiful friend, for your beauty seems just the same as it was when I first saw your lovely eyes. Let the cold winters’ passing strip the leaves off your proud summers, the beautiful springs turning to yellow autumns all in the course of Nature’s advancing
Aprils full of perfumed flowers, burn up hot Junes all running away from the day I first saw you, and knew I had loved you forever upon first glancing that passed between Us – You still today as fresh as then, my eternal soul stopping to bend and sway before you, still fresh and green —-
O, but beauty’s hand is like a clock wiping away youth; yet her hand stops to rest upon your cheek — stopping to move so slowly that no one can see the time eroding. In this way your sweet beauty seems to be standing still but is actually changing and though my eyes may be deceived,
I love you still as if You are forever young. Because, before you were born, the greatest examples of Timeless Beauty were already dead.