Old Love So Young

shots of thoughts

I never know what age you are turning into,
forever and always young and new.

Your bones may shatter,

your hair may grey.

But like a warrior better,

your hands will sway.

The beauty of the sharp jaw,

that million dollar smile.

A firm stand by the law,

in cute ways defined juvenile.

Up to brim, can’t love you more,

even in pain,you heal my wounds so sore.

Maybe I can’t gift you anything bigger,

but like peace in heaven, my love for you will always shimmer.

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