I don’t want you to be like spring
Which makes the garden bloom
Eventually fading into cold winter
White, long and full of gloom.
I don’t want you to be like a flower
Spreading fragrances, tickling the senses
Eventually turning into shreds
Dry, ugly and useless.
I want you to be just like you
Drowning me in love, just the way you do
Eventually to turn into gold
Still sparkling, still passionate, as we get old.
(17 April 2007)
.Pd. is here
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/untitled-64/
