Love at twenty’s fire, wild like a flame,
Dreams in the fast lane, chasing no name.
Eyes lock, beats drop, hearts in collision,
Painting forever with reckless precision.
At thirty it’s deeper, rhythm more tight,
Not just the spark it’s the anchor of night.
Hands hold strong through storms and scars,
Building a fortress, not chasing stars.
At forty, it’s wisdom laced with desire,
A softer blaze, yet steady fire.
No longer a sprint, it’s harmony flow,
Roots in the soil, branches that grow.
At fifty and beyond, it’s timeless rhyme,
Two souls groove in seasoned time.
Not just passion it’s sacred trust,
Love in the dust, still shining robust.
Through every era, beat’s the same
Love’s not an age, it’s an endless flame.
Dreams in the fast lane, chasing no name.
Eyes lock, beats drop, hearts in collision,
Painting forever with reckless precision.
At thirty it’s deeper, rhythm more tight,
Not just the spark it’s the anchor of night.
Hands hold strong through storms and scars,
Building a fortress, not chasing stars.
At forty, it’s wisdom laced with desire,
A softer blaze, yet steady fire.
No longer a sprint, it’s harmony flow,
Roots in the soil, branches that grow.
At fifty and beyond, it’s timeless rhyme,
Two souls groove in seasoned time.
Not just passion it’s sacred trust,
Love in the dust, still shining robust.
Through every era, beat’s the same
Love’s not an age, it’s an endless flame.
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