No Comparison

If I should measure summer’s joy beside you,

No hint of allure could ever shine through.

For the bright blooms of May never make it to June,

And the summertide vacay is gone far too soon.

The sun often swelters and leaves one fatigued;

Then its sparkle is lost to threatening winter’s cruel greed.

Summer, like all good things, comes to an end

For nature, like time, is no one’s true friend.

But fear not; give no thought to infinity--

It can’t taint a heart that brims so with beauty.

And death, though it be dark and unending,

Has no power o’er my words, ever true and transcending

All time. As long as a man can draw breath to his lungs,

Your story, though told, shall never be done.

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