She was older, he was younger.
The second he heard her name;
if she were watching,
which she wasn’t,
triggered a quick spark in his eyes.
He was instantly,
without second thought in love.

He had,
in fact,
loved her long before they met.

A fortunate meeting.
The one in a million chance.
Luck, fate, destiny
brought him into her life.

Silently and mystified he thought,
“she has no idea how beautiful she is.”

She was single, an older single,
a wiser single, a divorced single.
No illusions or ideals of love.
The kind of woman that thinks
they are way past their prime.

All that surrounded her was
young, beautiful women on the arms
of both young and older men.

She did not understand,
or could even conceive
his attraction or her hold on him.
Their first kiss,
a mania she had never felt,
the heat of her surprise.

Love does not know age.
It follows no set of rules.
Flowing freely along
life's eternal spring.
It just...is.

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