A Gold Amidst All

 
Winter's quality can by no means merge with my love,
Elating the stigmas,freshing the trees but stay not long.
Graced with illumination,concordance with the sun,
In-turn in fury,scorching it,the sun made it mourn.

Venus and Erato,dearly a pair,
Drenched in beauty,chastising the apples,made heart fear.
Nature would not agree to bear them thither,
Hence,their beauty merely in fallacy shelter.

Thriving through ages is her fiend,
Tuned like a dirge,partly to her as friend.
Age, though enticing a-dazed with wits,
Tarry so long that ills meets her on the seat.

But my love,attractive,splendid though not consistent like ruth,
Drowning me in love,graced in diligence is Youth.
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