Ne’er Too Late
where were you, when bereft was I of Love
when I, in youth, designed my life to be
whose beauty none I deem would rise above
your beauty standing now in front of me
why is it Life plays games when we are bound
so hopelessly, too tied at times, it seems
then, tapping on heart’s door, Love comes around
we open wide to loveliness ne’er dreamed
we’ve ushered her inside restored her place
brushed off the dust that’s gathered long years missed
Love sidles close - our souls soft interlace
euphoria takes flight with Love’s first kiss
how can we, now, sweet Love accommodate
how can we not? to love ‘tis ne’er too late
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