Oh he's back! My love has returned! It's been so very long since I have seen him, oh so many years! Now though, now I see his age and how much life weighs on him. What am I to do for such a man? One who has wrinkles on his brow, but not his heart? Who is spotted with Death's fingerprints. He turned my way today with an apologetic smile and my soul squirmed in delight, my heart raced in loving fear. What if he decides to come near?
What if he decides to come near! I could love him forever with a tough, just one.
His hair is not gray yet, but I know it will be. Perhaps in as much as thirty years, but it will and he will die. I crave knowing him, and dread meeting him; why am I conflicted so? What have I done to myself?
