Its winter and the beards are grey <br />But my heart just bloomed to the morning rays <br />The springs of the youthful days in oblivion <br />A knave it parted like the dews with the sun <br />The lust of the spring wind like a wasteland <br />Summer and autumn has all gone with the days <br />It’s time my grandson wanted to play with me <br />As I look back at the seasons that has passed <br />It is all void, just accidents, trifles of the days <br />Filled with anger, fear, doubt, hatred and revenge <br />Love was never there it's unbelievable time has passed. <br />No! Love is timeless and ageless, and priceless <br />I know my romantic princess will come <br />For she is there in the far horizon of my mind <br />She is just in the corner, she is right here I know <br />She has rekindled my lonely heart with life <br />A life with the exuberance of feelings and love <br />The presence is beautiful and it’s unimaginable <br />My roots have gained strength in the winter sands <br />I feel rejuvenated that I am in love again <br />It is not with her frame but the candle within <br />That gives the blessings of lust less solace <br />The embrace is divine the heart is warm <br />I am happy I am back to my spring days again. <br />Raken Marimuthu <br />4pm Saturday 11th August 2012, Khartoum<br /><br />Raken Marimuthu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-romantic-old-man/
