As I work on compiling my new book of love poetry, I am also reading an increased amount of love poems by other poets. Here is one that over the years has never failed to touch me. I even once wrote a poem inspired by it. Here it is, an example of what true love is all about.
Believe me if all those endearing young charms,
which I gaze on so fondly today,
were to change by tomorrow and fleet in my arms
like fairy gifts fading away;
thou would'st still be adored as this moment thou art,
let thy loveliness fade as it will,
and around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
would entwine itself verdantly still.
It is not while beauty and youth are thine own
and thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear
that the ferver and faith of a soul can be known
to which time will but make thee more dear;
no the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
but as truly loves on to the close,
as the sunflower turns on her god when he sets
the same look which she'd turned when he rose.
Thomas Moore
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