The Old Man and the Girl
Mordechai Dato
16th Century
Do not mock me for singing songs of lust now that I have grown old. Does not the ember glow beneath the ashes? So is my heart awake within me even when I sleep. It is on fire for love of my partner; I love her as dearly as my own soul, my mainstay. My hair has taken on the color of the moon, but my mettle is the same, and that is all that matters…
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