There Comes a Time

There comes a time
When the memory of a love
Is no longer as strong
Or alluring.

A time
When the color
Of a lover’s eyes
Fade in their gleam.

A time
When a lover’s hair
Is neither as fragrant
Or shimmering.

A time
When a lover’s kiss
Is no longer remembered
For its fire and sizzle.

A time
When a lover’s body
Is no longer remembered
For its mysteries and pleasures.

But when that may happen
My dear, I cannot know.
Because time has failed to dilute
The memory of you.