Sonnt No.3 - Love's Last Dance Poem by Panmelys

They say you go back in time when age wraps
Its wrinkled fingers on what was once young
And beautiful: like this lovely new spring.
Like our love: which came late with its long gasps
Bringing 'Just with Love' - from childhood's maps
A last dance, before time's fated parting.
So many things we never did: filling
Empty spaces left: holding love's oozing saps.

Souvenirs you once said, we held in our hand;
Shiv'ring, I felt a sharp ill-wind blow cold
Within brightest autumn leaves' as they fell.

Nature's dark omen showing future's mind
Nothing can influence destiny's tolled
Bell: only true love's joy outlasts time's knell!

(2007) For Thee - a cold souvenir.