THE MORE I LIVE...

The more I live, the more I feel,
how sweet love is.
And though crazy waves don’t cease,
They aren’t so high and deep, but rare…
I wish them to last long, that is my care.

The more I live, the more I understand
responsibility of love,
When I’m no more attractive like a dove –
As I was called once by my lover –
Although wrinkles by the cream I cover.

And I feel desperate at a lover’s glance
At those, young and slim, whose chance
To conquer or to be conquered is ahead.
I need much patience with my friend.

The more I live, the more I understand
the highest grade of love.
When our Lord just watching our sins above,
Sent once his son to sacrifice for us
And showed all the greatest care thus.