From across the room, I knew That you were meant for me, But then I saw the adoring throng Surrounding you. I knew That I could never compete, Against the verve of youth, Their bright eyed bloom, and flawless skin, And bold and boisterous sex. But as your eyes met mine I knew your lingering glance looked past the obvious, And I was young again. I knew The day might come When you might flee The droop, and shuffle, and stale urine smell, To firmer arms and sweeter breath. But for a while I knew Beneath the flaws You saw, and loved The ageless me I knew It would have been naive To expect that you would stay the course, But how I hoped You might. P.S. written as seen out of the perspective of an older lady dating a much younger male.