Life's Secret Potion

Wonder at what age we lose our ability
To feel the joy of sweet passion
That feeling of longing for intimacy we get
The touch, the words, the spasms

Involuntary writhing, the desire to caress
It's not showing signs for sure
Of lessening even the smallest wee bit
You young'uns can rest assured

Sweet love remains till your final days
Till what's left are just sweet memories
No matter how vibrant, those moments were
All that remains is your reverie

The gift of sweet love is a lifelong affair
Unequaled by any other emotion
It's the only real reason we live and breath
It's life's ultimate secret potion