Love Of The Ages Poem by Jude Thadeus

The day I met you have become a memory in my life.
Not a history because I still know that face I saw;
The face right here with me,
The face that brings me joy.

What else will my heart keep so long if not this;
How we've being together all our lives.
Isn't this a memory to keep?
Isn't this a melody to our old age?

We became one the first time we met,
We grew old as lover in the moon.
Now our path shall become history,
For our children to trace the mystery of our beginning.

Would they pass on our foot-prints as they go?
Would they return with old age as we did?
We left no warning as we went,
Our wrinkle faces is just the map.

Listen oh to those tales we told you,
And your heart shall tell you more…
It is a journey of flesh and soul,
It hurts when it gets sweet,
It is sweeter when it's aging.
That kept us together waiting…
It is the mystery of our old age,
We know it as LOVE.