True Love Never Grow Old Poem by Ojok Isaac

I hear them breathing silently
Like wheezing winds... invisibly
That you are older than me
And I look younger than thee

That like a tie, I still fit an "A" level leaver
And can still satisfy and give fever
To a blooming flower who never saw a man
And she'll sleep at my chest like a cub in a den

But, I know that, though you're growing old
Your face still shines bright like gold
With smiles and beauty of your young days
My heart pumps hard when I see its rays

Your cheeks are still soft like a ripe mango
Your hands caress and kill me like before
And it tinkles my soul like a touch from God
You're still my queen, the beauty's lord

Though you've clocked sixty, my love is young
Your presence makes me feel day by day strong
You and me are the stars for young and the old
They'll know that true love never grow old