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The Mirror of My Soul

Will I find your love still laced around my heart
when its beat is faint and fallow by age's touch?
And shall you continue to adore the face I wear
after its reflection is a sculptured, haggard and hollow?

But no matter how time besets our gaze with change
nothing shall stay my complete adoration for you, my angel,
as long as the sun shines and the moon rises
over the mirror of my soul where your beauty is eternal

So touch my lips, my sweetest thought and perfect light,
to tell me nothing shall ever crack the silvery sheen where you are my dream.

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As Long as your Eyes are Blue

Wilt thou love me, sweet, when my hair is grey
And my cheeks shall have lost their hue?
When the charms of youth shall have passed away,
Will your love as of old prove true?

For the looks may change, and the heart may range,
And the love be no longer fond;
Wilt thou love with truth in the years of youth
And away to the years beyond?

Oh, I love you, sweet, for your locks of brown
And the blush on your cheek that lies —
But I love you most for the kindly heart
That I see in your sweet blue eyes.

For the eyes are signs of the soul within,
Of the heart that is real and true,
And mine own sweetheart, I shall love you still,
Just as long as your eyes are blue.

For the locks may bleach, and the cheeks of peach
May be reft of their golden hue;
But mine own sweetheart, I shall love you still,
Just as long as your eyes are blue.

by A B Banjo Paterson1864-1941, written in 1892

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  • AliceinPoetryLand gold member
    May 15, 2008

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    Thank you so much for crediting the writer of the prompt for this. I didn't think I would have to say that.
    Such a beautiful take on the prompt too. I think this is something we all think about as we get older. The insecurities surface.
    Thanks so much for this beautiful entry.
    Gaylene