The Eyes of Love

I met her in the evening of my days.

No more the instability of youth

Or manhood's labour to fulfil his dreams

Creating in a world of impermanence

Some token of his passage through the stars.

The eyes of love look not at aging form

Or note the retribution of the years

But see behind the veil of apparent things

And hold with care in consecrated hands

The cup of joy each spirit represents

And know beyond the turbulence of time

The God-force that inhabits every heart.