One year from now,

There will be bumps,

I'm going to be down in the dumps,

And I don't want to make a bow.

Love always found his way,

Through hay and through clay,

To find a bright and shiny new day.

There were times

Where love was fought,

Now we don't have two dimes,

To get food for thought.

Age is not important,

When you have perpetual love,

I'll succumb to boredom,

If you don't come, my dove.

Age cannot defeat,

Something as strong as love,

If it comes after my meat,

Pass me a boxing glove.

Love is so bold,

That it doesn't hold a grudge,

Love is so old,

Yet it doesn't even budge.

Wow...just wow... you can describe love really REALLY well. It's a good poem just like all your others are

I like your poetry, you should be a bard or something.

I love this because of its value and concept <3 I number one poem of the year for me!