Age Old Pilgrim

should I confess, my feeling of the moment?
can I live forever, being constantly in torment?
the reflection of you, made me tremble
there’s no need to swipe right on Tinder or Bumble!
 
is this a dream or a chance meeting?
is it a familiar face or a new beginning?
all night long, as I hear your voice I’m thinking?
it’s such a small world, it’s been fascinating!
 
seeing her walking in, I’m lit like a candle,
i can feel the beats inside of me, starting to bramble
so alluring, instantly she’s too hot to handle
keep telling myself, do not bloody ramble
 
under The Tree, like a foolish greyed drunkard
admiring her, as I drink my Guinness
her familiarity, amazing, I wondered
her laughter, echoed in my head, is of a temptress  
 
no, no, no, by no means she is a seductress
her presence, was glamorous like an actress
subtle she was, like a charming mistress
yet she is in my head like a suave enchantress!
 
if in love and war, everything is fair
pursue, pay attention or be despaired
a beauty is to be pursued to her lair
gentlemanly, let your presence be seen there at!
 
from the moment by the beach,
to a mesmerizing night at The Tree
who am I, for a beauty to beseech
for she is living the moment, true and free
 
like a radiant spirit, brightening the night  
the innocent charm, it’s simply more than light
she is the young angel of today, such delight!
charming me of my youth of yesterday, it’s just right!
 
care not of age, for youth is the divine;
it’s the radiance of the enchanting soul
glowing like a silver lamp, my heart is my shrine
for I’m is the aged old pilgrim, with many stories to be told!