Love of Ages

Love was once a lion that lay
In the shadow of a tree
That, carelessly, I passed each day
But did not see.

Love rose like the sun in spring,
Thrilling nerve ends with its touch.
It dared a tongue-tied bird to sing
And promised much.

Love clung on through war and peace,
Reflection, passion, work and wages,
Dripping magic through at least
A thousand pages.

Now love's an ancient dog that lies
Across my feet, who knows my ways
And rests on me, through misty eyes,
Its trusting gaze.

John Wood


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