Love has an end, <br />You once told me. <br />But my love is endless, <br />Regardless of the years <br />Which fly by and progress. <br /> <br />It did come in <br />At the window, <br />But does not go out <br />At the door to vaporize <br />In a masterless drought. <br /> <br />Like an old wine, <br />My love matures, <br />With time it ripens, <br />Buoyantly evolves, <br />Grows in resilience.<br /><br />Paul Hartal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/like-old-wine/
