Ere I go, tell me you love me, the way
You did when fervor newly found ingress
In hearts untested by lust’s impish play.
`Fore cares wore down our souls to fathoms less.
Commit to me devotion sweet anew
In ways my aging heart finds fresh relief
From years that the withdrawal parched in lieu
Of soothing solace, arid in motif.
Though Time be fleet of foot and cruel of heart,
Her shoulders heaving moments up and spent,
She still leaves mem’ries trailing aft, to chart
The road `twixt then and now; marks what was meant.
Though two be one through threadbare days, still no
Love loses all, `less lovers cease to sow.