I Still Love, What If I Am Old Poem by C. P. Sharma

I am your age old lover
since I was Adam
my beloved Eve
there was
plenty in
Eden

loving was living
Loving was joy
Unmixed joy
sans any
cloying

Then,
I was young
and handsome
bubbling muscularity,
you were blooming beauty,
the mistress of charm
with a heart
warm

For me,
your charms had
eternal glow, but in you
the ripening self-susceptibility grew
Taking advantage of this
Satan approached you
with beauty aids
to sell his
wares

Though
I am now old
my hair now grey
my haggard cheeks
of wrinkles prey
the wily smiley
denture,
I have
shed

Yet
love is never old
it is evergreen as teens
I cry from roof top
don't trade love
I still love you
what though
I am old

if people laugh
I care tuppence
I won't stop loving
Let the whole world stare
Love is what I really need
Love is really the perfect feed