***love Never Grows Old***

It is the rain by the evening hours Shower when rocks up the walks I lie lonely amidst the chilled snow yet delicate scent riddles the crowd the flavor of the wetly flower reels off adrift trees and the leaves seem to swoon sigh thirst of summer’s cry all reasoned to quip onto the day of its ecstasy rooted to bleat as I have been tingled wet by rains of blue Still I tremble indeed by the tine of fear Love still blemishes the fallen tears Lest be not lost into the reeks of the fire I know you may tender me by listless queries Sun when hides beyond and beneath tonight embracing the dream on the sprain of pain I love to lie low in the room of the remorse let the novels tonight be the memoir of yours dream when roars moon still hanging high love never grows old even by the ruins in smile dream as happens to happen by the passion no matter of being far away as I am by your grace arm of love when soft and subtle flows entwined over the meadow of the green bestirring by grin ins and outs of world when transmute to rain birds flutter when eyes stray from its door as half breathed bone and half transpired path when wound from love to hate roots of deep sea ruefully return home but love never be grown old even disowned