Our Courtship It was once said that love is for the young, Not for the old decreed a wicked tongue. The loss of a love in a young mans youth, Left behind to raise the children and drown in vermouth. Nay it is not so, as we can see, A new love has come to mend his tree. For the love of a man and woman can heal, The sorrows of the heart which one might feel. The treasures lost of tender touch and warm caress, Make a man feel as if something less. With a heart kindled again with the fire of true love, A man can see that woman is a gift from above. The soft lips of an angel to kiss, Warm touch of her hand and embraces he did miss. They  return now with the same feverish delight, One that he'd had when he'd held another so tight. Emotional rollercoaster of ups and downs, Remembering things past as he covers new grounds. And yet there is no urgency in his appeals, Just a strong since of value in the things that he feels. And this vixen which playfully lures her new mate, She has also been bitten in relationships of state. They wearily approach, each knowing their desire, And kindle the start of a soon raging fire. On through the ages they want it to burn, To grow old together is the end that they yearn. With eyes of the wisest in place for their assistance, They fix on their goals without hesitation for an instance. Forging ahead with determination, United together as if one nation. About nothing can they disagree, Instead they are working together on bended knee. And how will it go, this young love and delight, For the old a new vision as if restored sight. Bet they win the race to the finish line, For they are stronger now that they are aged by time. Abram H. Hall © Copyright 2004    HOME