That Romeo must age is true
and Juliet need rest
but I, because my Love is You,
am singularly blest.
One much beloved Vakentine
who I love equal-best
holds fast my hand as we decline
toward that final West.
The other, equally adored,
and not yet twenty-one,
has all the bloom that youth afford
and appetite for fun.
Though time our bodies undermines
and one day we must part
it cannot touch the Valentines
I hold within my heart.