Love in one's youth seems most to burn

And then is it's truest, and all consuming

And when youth withers and fades

And nothing can then restore the sweetness of youth

But the hand of love, that grips those hearts

And cheeks become rosy; the age does fade

It returns youth, so when you gaze upon age

You are unsure of truth in such stage of decrepit,

As love shines youth of soul through

So might it be, that in the opinion of me

That false love with age, is a means to an end

But love for love's sake

The love of youth, of body or soul

Is the truest love to be

And the sweetest to touch lovers lips

And the age of love's conquest, means nothing at all