Disclaimer: I do not own The Picture of Dorian Gray or the characters.

Youth

A fair Spring morning,

Leaves still damp with sparkling dew,

Flowers all a bloom,

With the sky a placid blue.

Is youth not a morning?

In the day that is called life?

When will it end, or to you send

The harsh passage of time?

So love's a fair flower?

Or just a thorn on a rose?

With haughty youth flowers,

Nobody knows.

Never pass with time,

Ever in the rhyme

The youth that came unto you

Won't leave until you die.