Many years have passed between you and I
How many sunsets, how many days?
The gods above can scarcely count
When gait has slowed and hair has greyed
Why should love not remain?
Why should the sight of you
Not cause my heart to quicken
The sound of your voice
Not all melancholy quench?
Why should your hand on my thigh
Not my senses awaken
And you lips not beckon
Even in the most public of places?
The loss of youth does not equate
With loss of life
So much more of life have we to live
The years behind but memories
The years ahead
Oh, so many possibilities
Perhaps we may approach them more cautiously
Having shed the recklessness of youth
Or perhaps leap headlong
The gait has slowed
The hair has greyed
But love and life remain
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