the threads in her head

Know I a boy, lovely, gentle and gay,
Time does pass, but my boy be unaffected.
His face does shows the child’s shadow away,
Yet sweet he stays, his charm no least faded.
Such seem to be by Nature, work so grand!
Even as others wilt, gone with a puff,
Like a better Dorian Grey, there you stand.
But be no fool – know it as Nature’s bluff.
O frivolous mistress she is indeed.
Joy you may bring her now, like a rare gem.
The difference in tune when you be a weed,
Which shall come to pass, for from man you stem.
So fear her, that which keeps you in your prime,
For you're her tool; yet the victor be Time

Written with help from Gan Ge. I have nice brothers. =D Yes I am fully giving credit.