Is desire for love incongruous with my age,
As faces show the signs of burdens born?
And if it is then shall I vent my rage
Or turn my mind to create poetic form?
In Eden,which was in our mother’s arms,
We felt warm skin and heard her beating heart.
But now when we begin to lose our charms
Must we for the cemetery depart?
I know now it’s our spirit which attracts
And keeps our friends and lovers close at hand.
Misery and rages will detract’
Make a lover kind feel quite unmanned.
We have no human right to love demand;
But loving kindness brings more friends to hand.
How my heart sings 