Ages of Love

I am a young man in love,
In an old man’s body.
In love with an ageing woman,
Who is a young girl inside.

To find spring in autumn,
And blossoming as leaves fall,
Ripens fruit in my life
That summer never bore.

I see you run to me
As desperately as I need you,
The grey hairs no hindrance
To the young girl shining through.

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