No Age

Two strangers met when they were old,
They had not loved for years.
She was brittle, he was cold,
How well they hid their fears.

She spoke of fate, he said ’twas late,
They must not seek romance;
Yet when her arm was in his arm
Their souls began to dance.

A week went by, again they met,
Their joyous tears did flow;
Her softened heart warmed his in part,
For love no age doth know.

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