SONNET NUMBER  21

By loving you still I may be living
in the past but my heart, like the sun,
burns the same way now as then and I cannot
consign our days of love to oblivion.

Each day revives a recollection
of your tender kisses and flashing eyes
when we were drunk with the wine of love
and our glass could never hold enough.

Loving you still, I keep my youth alive.
In all the seasons of our love affair
from spring pastoral to darkening winter

we planted some hardy perennial.
I’ve come to gather them in my ark of days
which is why I can never leave this place.