Love is to dance
in mighty fine youth.
The aging of honey,
sweet and naive souls
searching.
Love is to grow
wrinkles and greys too.
Eagerness is sprung in
hearts kept open to
learning.
Love is a promise
for seeing ends through.
For truest love is
heat that never stops-
About the Creator
A. Jannay
A disabled paramedic turned poet and writer. I spend my free time dabbling in poetry, performance arts, and community organizing and advocacy.
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