Love, When you And I Are Old And Grey Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Love, when you and I are old and grey and our days full of creep
When rough winds our days of glee and youth shook ,
I will always yearn and dream of the soft yet sharp look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows beautiful in deep;

How many loved your moments of glee and glad grace,
And loved your beauty with tendencies be false or true,
But I love you and the free spirit soul in you,
And I love the same the tempests and the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing heaven bars,
I reminiscence; murmur softly, sadly how our days of lust and youth fled
As if they paced upon the mountains high tops overhead
And hid themselves amid a crowd of sheen oar and stars


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