Poetic Illusions of Love

I love you not after the style
Of Rupert Brooke or Poe
Who savor the pain of forsaken loves
That pretty and youthful shine then go
Into night and corruption
Leaving a rosy afterglow
Consumed by a dream
Of what may have been - No

I'll love you in the summer days
Of endless company
And feel your loving hand in mine
As you walk close to me
No matter where the road may turn
No matter if the wind blow cold
Still love within our hearts will burn
Still your loving hand I'll hold
Still the ancient promise true
That you love me and I love you

Ignorance

I don't know why I came
I don't know when I'll go
I refuse to take the blame
For the things that I don't know

I will reap as I sow
But there's no label on
The bag of seed that I have sown
'Till ev'ry seed is gone

All gone and there was never one
To tell me what to choose
To tell of all that may be won
To warn of all that I may lose

Now I wait and ponder
Hidden fates out yonder

Changes

Your father's wealth owned by yourself
I guess it is your due
My father so poor could set by no store
And what now am I to do?

But yearn for the time when man in his prime
Will ever be renewed
The worth of man will exceed that which can
Be counted or be accrued

Then we shall all be - permanently
Suffered jointly to stand
Though wind be blowing and water be flowing
And mountains be turning to sand

The lost race of man reclaimed once again
Moved by gratitude true
Shall turn to the one that shines as the sun
Thankful that all is made new