I’ve never thought of you as less than young
Though things concern you – imagined lines, maybe
White veins among your hair’s dark ore; among
You sweetnesses no sign of time I see.
My best girl has of what youth has the best
Within her colours most of all is green;
To hear her larking laugh you might have guessed
Her all of twenty-odd; but what I mean
Is that it’s truly never caught my mind
That you have age; and when your beauty shines
The light is that which in new things we find
That glows forever and never defines
No: you’re my ever young my ever now
My ever sweet and lovely youthful you.