Poetry

(after Dorothy Parker)
 
Time after time dies
the new buds of the rose,
and the seasons fill the skies
as life passes on and day after day goes.
 
I love you with all my heart,
with unselfishness
and never we will part
or be able to love each other less
 
and there’s something in loving again,
while every day is different from before,
some are full of sunshine other full of rain
and every day we do adore each other more and much more
 
while days string on and on
and sweep us along.
 
[Reference: “Recurrence” by Dorothy Parker.]