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Love ? 
 
 
 
The tall and wrinkled laugh, 
 
But I smile still. 
 
I write this on a computer 
 
With a keyboard 
 
Not in ink, with a quill. 
 
 
Their eyes have seen 
 
Much more than mine. 
 
Their watches have ticked 
 
Much more time. 
 
 
 
 
‘Love ?’ They say again, 
 
‘You don’t know the meaning.’ 
 
Maybe they are right, maybe I don’t 
 
But this is the strongest feeling 
 
I’ve ever felt, in this chest of mine; 
 
Even if it’s not stood the test of time, 
 
Or earnt me wrinkled lines... like thiers.

Wrinkled lines. Tests of time.