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YOUNG OLD LOVE

The young boy's eyes
Catch sight of a pretty face-
A charming lady
With a beautiful smile...
A closer look reveals
A sense of style...
Is she taken?
Definitely worth a try...
A few unsteady steps,
A little grin on his lips.
He approaches her,
Breaks the ice.
Up close she seems really nice.
Two hearts talk,
Two souls get tied.

Life burns with years
As their story shifts gears.
Faster it seems that it had been
Decades ago...
That pleasant day
When he had seen her first...
It's now a race against time
To cling on longer-
When togetherness is on lease,
When words don't come with ease...
All those words-
They form up a huge pile
Of the remnants of what had been
And yet so much missed...
The fear lingers on
As the intertwined minds ache
For a chance to turn the clock,
For a chance to be together
For all of time to come...
The fear looms large
The pile of words grows
But of their love no-one knows...

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