When Love is New

When love is new
as the gods’ own dawn
it seems endless true,
innocent and pure as a faun.

True love ages well,
a vintage to keep and savor;
love that’s merely passion’s spell
will quickly lose its flavor.

A true heart fixed and full
will outlast time and grow;
the fainter kind can never pull
the weight of changes we all know.

Thing is, one may seem the other,
and seeming isn’t being;
life holds high a path of wonder,
the strong and true of heart alone exceeding.

About ktrammel

Author of Gathered Rain, and Between the Hours, which can be found on Amazon. Read more on my sites, Flowerwatch.net, or sophilos.net
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