Years Have Fled

Years have fled; they have not touched your mind.
Years have fled; they have not touched your fire.
And even to your beauty time has been kind,
That your brilliant undimmed eyes might kindle desire.

Years have fled; they have not touched your wit.
Years have fled; they have not touched your tongue.
And even your hair has felt the splendor of it,
As beautiful white as it was red when young.

Years have fled; they have not touched your truth.
Years have fled; they have not touched your heart.
And fully untainted is the arrogance of youth,
Which does not dare believe you will one day depart.

Years have fled; your wisdom has not grown.
Years have fled; your laughter is ever the same.
Ah, what use to love one maturity does not own,
To whom childhood is the truth, adulthood the game?