Can Love Be Here ?

A lifetime gone, and we finally meet again
with the young people’s yearnings.
You kissed my hand , and like a youth
My heart trembled , like a leaf shaken from its boughs;
It was safe to hide behind the perfected Mona Lisa smile.
Why speak of love now when you aren’t free?
To give and take a kiss, and call it beautiful,
while i silently bear your gaze’s scrutiny.
You held my hand, and the years fell off,
Seems like we’re sixteen again.
My carefully - ordered world
is a rudderless boat loose on its moorings.
This crazy aging heart remembers the many “ what ifs
and what might have beens”,
But your many life choices then, will now bring
you and I, relentless pain.