My Love Rhymes Poem by Rashbar Shalom ben Rubin

Though the physical is fading,
my love for you is gaining,
and there is no abating,
the tender moments, still, still not waning.

Destiny halt not fails pessimy,
Thou salt tears are like a frozen malt,
chemistry of no ones fault but hard, hard as gault,
Now not default, my deepest love for you will be kept secure in a vault.

Pray for the day when we shall play for ever in the lovely May

The winds wept at the frozen depths.
The tired-less slept in the cradled tent.

Life is fragile, but love is still more mortal.
It is tender as the cool breeze of a summer morning
and transient as the moment of a heart beat.
Care for it and do not take it for granted.