May And December
P Patti Masterman
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She gave him her heart for a little while,
Although he was much older, by far;
They lived merely for each others eyes,
And out of their eyes, there shone stars.
He thought she'd not possibly want him,
For he didn't know, how deep was her soul;
His age meant nothing really, to her:
For without him, her heart wasn't whole.
They counted every hour, as treasure,
Together, when life would permit;
And of course, they must share every pleasure,
So alike in the things they cherished.
If only once in life, such a love might come,
Not one would dare say a word against;
The communing of two kindred souls; so rare,
How could anyone take offense?
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