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To me my love, you never can get old
To me my love, you never can get old,
as I saw you when each one
of us were young and now in forty summers hold,
to the same beauty after many years have gone.
It is as if time stands still
and although I might be deceived
and forever will
as in you I have perceived
something exceptional and the same spark,
the same enchanting
that on me left its mark,
in that far off spring and it is still rising:
if love is put to the test,
for me in you, she answers to the best.
[Reference: Sonnet 104 “To me, fair friend, you never can be old” by William Shakespeare.]
poem
by
Gert Strydom
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