By Victor Emmanuel Uwah
It may be true, my Love, that you are old:
But with age your heart has learnt to be bold,
Since it now abhors those deceitful arts
Which are oft the delight of younger hearts.
It is in old age that experience lies –
Which made your heart through the years to be wise
To know what when in love that it should give
And how that what it needs it should achieve.
An older heart, my Love, as you possess
Is what I desire – I must confess –
Since it will not falter its steps or change
And will not heartache for true love exchange.
It is my delight that I had to choose
Your older heart that will not love abuse.
In no case will I ever make it cold
If it will not true love from me withhold.
- Victor Emmanuel Uwah, Poems From Without, 1997
