Poem2021-02-28T08:31:17+00:00

New Love for Old

By: Steven Mather

Your first gift was delight and wonder,
erupting storms in fire and thunder.
Ever boiling in a turbulent brew
this urgent love I feel, for you.

How much does it delight me still
that I may never drink my fill.
I find such strength in these old bones
inspired by you, through love's sweet tones.