Does seeing young love kindle the warmth of those bound in that weathering truest union?
Those in a marriage of years with the indent of rings upon fingers and eyes speaking volumes for angry, joyous or asking minutes. Those two. Do they see young love and catch some of that sentiment like a sneeze? Are there memories of their first touches that are then sent to one another like a breeze? Do they witness a new, blossoming, springtime love and remember vows and all admiration each found in one another? Could the moment pass with the contagiousness of a yawn?
I like to think so.
Last time I saw those April showers drip from the the flowering bloom to the aged lips, that lovespell shattered. maybe this all too could be another flying dandelion.