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Beauty That Is Never Old
(1871-1938 / Florida/United States)

Beauty That Is Never Old

When buffeted and beaten by life's storms,
When by the bitter cares of life oppressed,
I want no surer haven than your arms,
I want no sweeter heaven than your breast.

When over my life's way there falls the blight
Of sunless days, and nights of starless skies;
Enough for me, the calm and steadfast light
That softly shines within your loving eyes.

The world, for me, and all the world can hold
Is circled by your arms; for me there lies,
Within the lights and shadows of your eyes,
The only beauty that is never old.

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Comments (3)

Where vanity is replaced with wrinkles and sagging skin, Johnson presents a portrayal of lasting beauty infused with love magnified over time.
i love this poem soooooooo much
The audio reading of this poem does it no justice.