Late love

They were alone in this world...
In the hustle have lost their love...
In the evening of life in the soul, the summer came.
Heart in the youth, is back again.
No strong thunderstorms, no gusts of wind
Unable to destroy the tender feelings.
Not shore this is where the tide will erase the inscription...
Such love does not go into oblivion.
Such love values every word,
And the touch of hands with their magical warmth,
The mouth of honey taste wonderful,
And a gift of fate - another wing.