-my Stella - 90

- My Stella - 90 Change is painful The beautiful days of my childhood, the lap of my mother and father's arms, the attractive affection of friend's association, And love's doughty and refractory loveliness, All by time's merciless march art nothing, A dream of the past. All is dream that is past and memory is a mirror. Time that moves nowhere is now, and always the same. Only things come and go with new views and Life seems matured. Familiar faces doth hold not the glory of the days gone. Like season mind changes and painful is the change. I am a pool of waveless stream and thepast is present with same cloud. Life is a dream that teaches many things and awareness of it is marble, Present is a mixture of fanciful days departed into the future fictitious and false. Things are breaking one by one and my soul with it piece by piece. Heart's desires to make a world of different Chanson out of corporal array, Mind's projection of songful heaven with loved ones, Mystified by life's journey with shifting hue and colour. Thou art for my heart a lot to me to bid goodbye, In thine eyes my childhood dream, In thy heart my passion subdued years ago, Immortality is not my intention, but my Precedence for the loss of those abortive days, Undone, unattained. With this mind astounded by seesaw of the nature of thing, and the pouting part of human minds, I am afraid of thy conclusion. Thy love is strong and without end, Time's lastingprovidence may not efface it, May not end me from thy quarrel with the world, My part is too feeble that brain may lose interest.