We have aged
Along with
The moon and the stars
The cosmological inventory
Now, it's not hard
To keep love young
Old pinkies seldom break a promise
Caress each other
With respect and care
Tense old days have gone
Now, love is like water
Like air
Not feeding the senses
But nourishing
Our existence

@ 'Poetica de Insanire'

Check out the beautiful video of this poem in my Youtube channel, 'Poetica de Insanire'.