When love matures
Love it be a wondrous thing
So very beautiful
I speak of love that’s grown mature
A love that has it all
Because the years have tempered it
And turned it into gold
Love, it be more beautiful
As two lovers they grow old.
It’s beautiful when one is young
And the energy is there
But often, then it turns to dust
And floats off with the air
But when pure love has stood the time
Though the energy goes low
The little things grow big, and bold
And really make it glow.
With time love grows more beautiful
The desires lose their power
But something much more beautiful
Does cause two hearts to flower
Then nothing can destroy this love
It cannot dissipate
It’s written there at Heavens doors
By the sacred hand of fate.
26 December 2013 @ 1245hrs.