A Younger Woman
A younger woman, recently caught my eye;
at a time, I felt unloved and lonely;
the passion; I could feel; nearly made me cry;
to her; I was aged and homely.
She was woman of a different generation;
certainly less than half my age;
nevertheless, I felt passion’s temptation;
approaching my life’s last page.
I feel embarrassed; when she is near;
terrified that she might find out;
the love; I feel; is mingled with fear;
tho my soul just wants to shout.
Nobody knows who this woman might be;
those who guess; would be wrong;
my love for her; shall remain a mystery;
her voice is my favorite song.
My secret love shall continue to inspire;
others; not knowing how I feel;
I’m secretly driven by passion’s fire;
such love is always surreal.
I’ve been told; that age is just a number;
we’re all ageless in heaven above;
perhaps this woman; I consider younger;
was destined to become my love.
I’m unable to erase her from my thought;
she crosses my mind; day and night;
tho all my passions shall come to naught;
love is the ink; in the words, I write;
Monty 10.19.25. # 3,024