I used to think
When I fall in love
I'd finally figure
What the word meant.
I'd finally gain
That worldly wisdom
That seems to characterize
Those who've been there,
Done that.
It's amusing
How the word
Still confounds me.
And how little I understand,
Or know of love,
Apart from feeling
A strange sense of senility
When I look at young lovers
With dreams in their eyes
And a spring in their steps.
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