Early Love

Early love was fresh and new It carried dreams in eyes And faith in smile Rosy, smooth and bright Its face was flawless as a child's I basked in its gentle sunlight And swam in its mild streams Its doors were open wide Its windows let in the light Now its bones creak, its knees hobble It can hardly stand on its feet Inside it a wilderness has grown Verdure eaten by undergrowth Nothing remains but the ruins Of what was once a temple Love is no different, a slave of Time Like all things on this earth A victim of the Laws Divine Immortal as the human flesh Ephemeral as the touch of joy Blooms and wilts without its will Often before it has had its fill. Nosheen Irfan © 2015 All Rights Reserved