Love Is So Innovative Poem by Bernedita Rosinha Pinto

Everything is the same
but the driver and the engine varies
the lover and the heart varies;
at sweet sixteen, love starts rolling
on its wheels, with curiosity;
sighting any partner it stops
ready to accept sweet words of
appreciation and friendship;
grow, growing, grown
they start exchanging gifts and glances,
at first it is like ignition sparking softly,
suddenly constant meetings integrate
into intimacy, building proximity steadily
from holding hands to bed-time lovers;
everyone going green with envy,
acceptance by supportive friends
turns romance into an affair;
sometimes sitting by the pub
sharing a drink, eating a pizza;
sometimes riding on a fast bike
on the highways tightly holding each other;
sometimes on the yacht
sailing thro' the high waves of love;
sometimes upon the pavement
looking gorgeous but angry
until lover brings an expensive car
hurls her in and rushes her
to the open meadows
and assures her of his true love
until she agrees to walk along
the aisle of the church with him
for vows and celebrations
for a lifetime of togetherness!
As young girls turn into mothers
they forget their elders have shared
the same old technology of love
where candle-lit dinners,
chalices of red wines and roses,
dancing and late night partying
made their yesterdays turn into tomorrows;
life never stops when love is the fuel
sometimes yelling, yet so forgiving
all those gears of love they keep changing
before those bridegrooms turn old
and lose their teeth, their charisma,
and forget to kiss, forget to remember
that in the days of their youth,
love was the only magic
that could help them win;
their performances as victorious lovers
was their own achievement
whether it was the girl they loved
or whether it was how they enticed her heart;
the technology of love so archaic
yet so innovative at all times.