Ah, that hair no age can dye <br />That is golden in Love's eye, <br />And that face time cannot touch <br />On which Love has gazed so much. <br />Other hair and faces may <br />Take on changes and decay: <br />Hers, if Love endures, must be <br />Sure of immortality, <br />Since no changes can occur <br />In the dream he's made of her.<br /><br />Robert Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-own/
