Love After Fifty

Love does not arrive the same,

As it did in our twenties, 

Not like a fluttering butterfly,

Not with a heart full of fantasies.

At this age,

Love does not rush in,

Like a storm,

Is a calm shore.

It pauses at the door…

and waits.

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After fifty,

We no longer chase,

what confuses us.

We have learned,

The cost of waiting,

The weight of silence,

The ache of giving more, than

What was received.

And so,

Our heart becomes quieter,

Softer and lighter,

not empty…

but wiser.

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If love comes now,

it comes as gentle breeze,

Not to shake our world,

but to sit beside it.

Not to test your strength,

But to respect our grace.

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It will not arrive

with grand promises.

It will come

with simple truths:

“I am here,”

“I will stay,”

"I will understand you,"

“You will be impressed.”

And somehow,

That will feel deeper,

Touches our soul, than

Anything we once called love.

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Because now,

We do not need to be chosen

to feel worthy.

We have already chosen yourself,

To love ourself,

To love our passion,

To love our resilence,

They travel with us forever and ever,

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And even if no one comes,

We are not lacking.

We have built a life

out of resilience,

out of quiet courage,

out of learning to hold your own heart.

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So if love arrives after fifty,

it will find you like this:

Not waiting…

Not searching…

But standing gently in your own peace.

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And only then

will it be allowed to stay.