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WHEN
WE ARE OLD
When
we are old and wrinkles fret our
brow,
When time has put a damper on
desire,
I shall but love you more than I
do now,
Although the years will dwindle
passion’s fire.
When
many moons have slowed our step
a bit,
And hoary heads bespeak our span
of days;
When often quiet around the
hearth we sit,
Upon your face with love I still
shall gaze.
Beyond
sweet passion’s eager flaming
breath,
A deeper, gentler, stronger love
will glow.
My dearest, I shall cherish you
till death,
And after death my love will
further grow.
My
love for you encompasses the
whole;
You’ll always be the essence
of my soul.
Copyright
© 2000 Ruth Gillis
"When
We Are Old" received a
Second Place Award
in the July/August 2000 issue of
Poets At Work
and a First Place Award in Bell's Letters Issue 108, 2004.
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