Love in one's youth seems most to burn

All consuming

And when youth withers, fades

And nothing can then restore the sweetness of youth

Or fight the creep of age

But there's truth to this

Love is young of spirit

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