Cupid's Arrow
Age of the living is made of what
Nothing but a few biological numbers
The count of destined steps from the start
To unknown destination nobody knows where.
The toil of journey reflects clear
The body takes the brunt of the years
The feelings cocooned in the inner sphere
Like to remain untouched by the time’s flares.
A young mind under wrinkled skin
Like the sweetness of the fruit ripe already
Would have the mute desire to reach and win
The youthful heart residing within un-aged body.
If in the same rhythm two hearts beat
For them time would stop to make any sense
Past forgotten, in present two souls would meet
For Cupid’s arrow the notion of age has no credence.
Rising from depth of ageless emotion
Spreading like waters of the flooding river
Love assumes a visionless heavenly dimension
In a delightful flower blooming with Platonic fervor.
December 6, 2017.
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