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Presume not that I am the same person,
Who met you years ago, his heart in hand,
When I was young and you were innocent,
We both hesitant in the path of love.
Lot of water has flown below the bridge.
I am graying, your face, too, is wrinkled.
The thumping of heart is no longer there.
The intensity of romance is gone.
No use remembering the good old days,
When we danced like two shining butterflies.
Let’s accept that I am no more the same,
Nor your step as light as it used to be.
Come, my dear, let us not delude ourselves.
We are no longer young, yes, we are old.
• Written in pentameter.
• Awarded third prize in Famous Quote Contest, "Famous Quote contest", March 2007.
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