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