Love has no age, no lines to define,
It blooms like stars–timeless and fine.
A spark that ignites in hearts so true,
Not bound by years, it feels ever new.
In youthful days or silvered hair,
Love whispers softly, it’s always there.
A glance, a touch, a gentle smile,
Bridges the gap of every mile.
It knows no borders, no ticking clocks,
It grows in the heart like unyielding rocks.
From the first blush to the seasoned gaze,
Love remains steady, through life’s maze.
Wrinkles may form, but passion stays,
Like the sun’s warmth on winter days.
For hearts entwined, age holds no sway,
Love finds a path, come what may.
It’s not in the years, but the depth it shows,
In the endless care that steadily grows.
Love has no age, it’s forever free,
A bond unbroken, an eternal decree.
Praveen Gola