Love was floating in his eyes
At the age of 62 he fell in love
With someone else's wife.
Bald head, poor eyesight
Wrinkled skin, stick by side
Was all he had.
At the age of 62 he fell in love
with someone else's wife.
He met her daily at Park
She came
With her grandchild
While sitting on the bench
Near the play side.
With faint smile
she examines her surrounding sight
At the age of 62 he fell in love
with someone else's wife.
Far from behind he used to stare
At her face
Wrinkled skin
white hair compact in bun
Glasses on nose
And decorated smile
made him look at her more and more.
At the age of 62 he fell in love
With someone else's wife
He saw her
She saw him
Like a teenager, they blushed
Whenever eye connected eye.
They saw each other thousand time
She from the bench,
he from the side.
Just to see her
He never missed a walk.
Just to meet his eyes
She always went to park,
Daily with grandchild.
At the age of 62 he fell in love
with someone else's wife.
Talking with eyes
Answering with smile
A teenage romance was brewing
From inside.
Romance was in eyes
Romance was in smile
Romance was in the air
At the age of 62 they committed
A romantic crime
with smiles.
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Sundae
PoetryI have been dying to tell you that I don't hate you My intentions aren't to hurt you My feelings Confuses my action My words are harsh My actions are worst Pardon is a joke As what I have done to you. To the most magnificent person whose positio...
