Let my heart stay young…(A prayer).

“The calling of St. Joseph.”

Let my heart stay young,

Like the Gardens of Gethsemane stay young,

Let my heart seek love’s joy,

Like a child would harbour a favoured toy,

Let me, in this, my last remaining times,

Embrace that joy granted, of love sublime.

While all about is awry with turmoil and strife,

Let me serenely sail through on love’s delight,

While all about is bent to sorrow and pain,

The heart will reside in comfort of love’s domain.

Don’t force my heart to grow old,

Like the Gardens of Babylon have grown old,

Don’t soak my heart with saddened tears,

Before I have reached my terminal years,

Leave me if I may, sing Aphrodite’s sensuous song,

Praising her beauty in loquacious tongue,

Prithee. . .

Leave my heart stay young!

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