Love’s young heart is broken,
The physical, a token
Of passion, panting in the night,
Heat of bodies, hid’n from sight.
Love’s young heart is hurting,
And questions, ‘What is trust?’
‘I love you,’ words were spoken.
Now ashes burnt, so dust.
Love’s young heart knows treason
And fears another mate.
The ‘what ifs’ penetrate the mind.
The heart decides to wait.
Love’s young heart knows hope.
It’s buoyant, bounces back.
It learns to love again, once more,
Unlike aged hack
Who tires of Cupid’s failures
And cries a flood of tears,
Cherishes their solitude
And misspent, lonely years.
Love’s young heart is gracious.
It bows its head in shame.
It learns that, sometimes, it is wrong
And tries another’s name.
Love’s young heart knows beauty
But beauty, born of face.
Love’s older heart seeks beauty too –
Serenity and grace.