Yolanda Marin

(Vista, California)

On Love

Love is a gift at any age,
Yet young love's often blind,
To the flaws of one's beloved
That strain the ties that bind. But, love that comes in middle age
When love's no longer blind, ­
Then one can choose a soul mate,
With a clear and open mind. Oh, love that blooms at a later stage,
When maturity temper passion,
Now becomes the bread of life,

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