On days long gone
when I was young,
I knew a woman old,
who spoke of wisdom
she joyed to pass along.
As if she kept a secret
behind her wrinkled grin.
She spoke,
Youth has ever been
in love with love.
When you,
decide to marry
wed a man
who loves you more,
Why is that so,
Her face took on a beauty,
her eyes a glowing glint,
You'll find,
Love is a buried treasure
returned in double fold.
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