Love At Fifty Five
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Kesav Venkat Easwaran
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When I tell you
Love at fifty five,
I hear you chuckle;
I see you smile
I hear you say
With penchant eyes,
What a way
To go astray!
Listen! My mate!
To what I say
My love has age,
Years twenty five!
Young to behold
And young in mind
It won’t grey old
A million days!
None can quench
The ocean’s thirst!
The sky can hold
All this abundant light!
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