LIFE and MATURITY

Maturity

The look of innocence
From old eyes
That speak of spring
A tender smile
So knowing and kind
From lips that have once kissed deep
Drunk of life’s nectar and
Collected it for a winter’s day
Oh yes, La Boheme
Such as it was
An early bud
Pricked, torn
but still in bloom
Blue white and gold
Enshrined for all to see
Innocent in old blind eyes.
The spring of love still lives.
:)ALADY'SLIFE

Richard Bach
True love stories never have endings.