A Lover of Century

Once did I visit on a path of adventure
Near the fountain of perpetual affection
Where laments are no longer my sin,
Yet I enjoy, a slightly question of love.
-How long will love last? –

And There I sat, crossed-leg sat, facing toward a lover.
A lover, if I may say, as old as the looming trees behind them.
Their gay-ish smiles, shiny yet grayish eyes purely
Dictate me, love of loves.
-How could they be so alive?-

The looming trees, dancing.
The wind, compose.
The bees, buzzing.
The sun, slightly warm.
The clouds, clothed them.
While I
Inspired!

The nature of a lover endlessly blessed them both,
Yet, I saw, a lovely reflection of me
Sit on their very spot,
With the looming tree behind.
How much longer should I wait?
A century he said,
a century of living  striving life of lives for love of loves

yet, once you have found it, he said,
boy you feel so alive.