Love in middle age

No, that is youth fever

that comes with a breeze and leaves with a look;

middle age love

because it is the old roots of the plantain,

It slowly sinks into the depths of the soul

And the storm is not able to tear it.

in middle age,

Love is no longer a fire of straw;

There is a fire in the oven of the old baker.

quiet,

But it bakes the bread of life.

The heart of these years

He no longer trembles at every smile;

But if it trembles,

He shakes with himself all his life.

love in middle age

because the autumn rain is tired on a garden;

wants no bloom,

no excuses spring,

Only the yellow leaves of sadness

It slowly falls from the shoulder of the tree.

who said

Is love the share of youth?

sometimes god

The most beautiful wine of love

The heart pours into the old cup;

for a person to know

Maturity is another name for love.

at this age

Holding the lover's hand

It is not less than conquering the world;

Because they both know

that love is no longer a game of looks;

It is a pact between two souls

who have gone through thousands of failures

and still

They have not lost the courage to love.

#behnammohtarami#