The Mid-Age Romance
Desire to hold hands
Look into
Each-other’s eyes
Just like
Those school girls
Just like
Those young guys
Say sweet nothings
Spend time together
Go away from
Prying eyes
Farther and farther
No puppy love this
No teenage infatuation
But still reliving
The young days
Giving oneself
Some harmless fun
The feeling
Is the same
Of being loved
And wanted
Those tiffs
And make-ups
Of young days
All these
Again find a place
Let’s call this state
Of present promises
Future lies
The mid-age romance
The temptation
To give oneself
That impossible
Another chance
A connect
Which cannot
Be explained
Cannot be defined
Where the heart
Is always overruled
By the mind
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