Man and woman are in love.
Enraged you bellow
“who else would be in love?”
I say again “man and woman are in love”.
You turn your face in anger
I make my case stronger
by presenting a version shorter
as I find you patient no longer.
A twenty-two year old-young lass
is in love with a man eighty plus
She has fallen head over heels not less
the old man keeps aloof nevertheless.
The young woman pursues with fervour
finally wins over the man with amour
They tie the knot without glamour
giving rise to speculation and rumour.
You might feel a little awkward .
To me it is an amazing unite a bit untoward.
It might appear to be sensibly backward.
It is but the sensitivity of love in a forward.
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