Roundabout of Love

Take root.

site inside my heart.

A heart which was once beating

with thunderous joy at the sight of you.

Now, a strand of a grey hair here,

wrinkles under the eyes there.

The feet that once run swiftly as the wild deer

have slowed down.

But i must confess.

My mind denies the sunset of years.

I can still fall in love madly

and passionately with the red roses

and the scent of jasmines,

and feel those fingers that

sometimes curl around the lock of a hair

and brush it aside

to see the half moonlight

over waves.

That is when time has to stop

at the roundabout of love.