Much like wine love gets better with age
It is for mind to see that eyes can't gauge.
Disasters of dating boils down to maturity
And physical togetherness has no security.
Youthful infatuation to find a perfect one
Eyes hurt and red not by looking at the sun
But tears wasted to wait for someone.
With age countless become wiser in love
Seek a companion and an emotional bond
Soon they begin to love and are fond.
In vogue is to select philanthropical mate
An intelligent one and not a designer bait
As wisdom and maturity comes with age.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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