We bank the fires of love, as we are growing older.
Passion cools a white hot flame, suddenly grows colder.

The body thickens with age and fills with aches and pains.
Gonadial love turns a page but ashes of true love remain.

The serpentine Kundalini  rises far above the pelvic floor.
Through the belly's Solar Plexus to open up the heart's door

We blend our souls together our love much deeper than before.
Inhibitions gone, selfishness abated, frees our soul to love  more.

Today a caring tender love has melted our hearts of stone.
Caring for each others needs much more  than we do our own.