Young Love Springs Eternal

In verdant fields where roses bloom,
Beneath the silken moonlit skies,
Two hearts did dance, dispelling gloom,
With tender smiles and longing sighs.

Their love was fresh as morning dew,
A spark that lit the darkest night,
In youthful eyes, the world anew,
With every glance, a pure delight.

O, gentle maid with golden hair,
Her laughter like a songbird’s tune,
Her presence light as summer air,
A grace that made the flowers swoon.

The lad, with strength and courage bold,
Did weave sweet verses by her side,
With promises of love untold,
He swore to keep her as his bride.

But time, a thief with stealthy hand,
Did slowly steal their youth away,
The fervent flames began to stand,
In shadows of a long-lost day.

Her golden locks turned silver grey,
His sturdy frame now bent with years,
The vibrant hues of life gave way,
To whispers of forgotten tears.

Yet, in the twilight of their age,
Amidst the sighs of yesteryears,
A tender spark would still engage,
The heart that once knew joy and fears.

For deep within, a memory stayed,
Of laughter shared in days gone by,
And though their love had sometimes swayed,
It never truly said goodbye.

In dreams they wandered hand in hand,
Through meadows green where children played,
Their hearts would find a promised land,
Where youth and love could never fade.

So, though the body may grow old,
And time may dim the brightest flame,
The heart can keep its love untold,
And cherish still that cherished name.

For young love springs eternal bright,
In memories that never die,
And in the softest, quiet night,
It soars again, on wings to fly.

Thus, though the years may wither blooms,
And age may claim its weary toll,
True love in heart forever looms,
A timeless echo in the soul.

So, let us cherish youthful days,
With love that laughs at time’s command,
For in our hearts, the golden rays,
Of youthful love forever stand.