When I See Your Mother

When I see your mother,
I watch myself growing old.
Instantly, I want to make love to you.
True, you will grow beautiful with age.
Lying between, the both of you,
I sleep in peace,
My youth finally in harmony with my old.

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PrEmJi PrEmJi
what a dream in harmony with love!
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