Fadeth not with passage of time?
Nay, pilgrim, but
When ill-founded
Deceptive in its seduction
The evil that haunts Man's mind
And leads him in blindness
To corruption
It sickens, sweetness displaced
By serious Vanity
Youthful sweethearts come and go
In this dance we call life
But...
Overlook not the shy violet
The meadowlark, an intimate
Family, nestled
Close
By the fire
The pleasures of youth
Soon fade, leaving but an empty shell
Love not for thy sake
But Love herself
Cherish each day as if
it were your last
Live life to the fullest
And shouldst thou stray
But wait for me
And
I'll be there to guide you
Honor always love and life
Lest you fall prey
To the crook of Time, dour Death
Ere thine days full
In number
And merit
Are sweetly made