Constancy

The day we met I saw the stars align
And heard a skylark sing about the moon;
His eager lips were sips of vintage wine,
To savour on a winter afternoon.

He painted leaves on every naked tree
And long dead roses bloomed beneath her gaze.
The copper shone despite the verdigris
On ancient roofs that rose above the haze.

And even now his radiance remains,
Like vintage wine he casts away the years.
Still eager lips can kiss away the pains,
His artists eyes disguise impending fears.

From when we met until I have to die
I'll bless the day he taught me how to fly.