‘Tis said that love with dogged venture wanes
Though I am wont to challenge such deceit
Enchant in passing years a lustre gains
Until spring’s rousing terminates replete
A nascent admiration born of youth
More potent with the hourglass becomes
As spring assumes fond summer’s soothing truth
And love’s domain with dulcet music hums
Think not of love as dying on the vine
Nor withering in summer’s jading wake
But fruit that forethought transmutes into wine
As proof that God in generous bidding spake
Love’s Maturation
