They say youth fades, when hair turns snow,
They do not see the heart's true light.
If only they could truly know,
The passion's ember, burning low.

The soul holds fast a secret plea,
To keep the spirit wild and free.
Hearts live and beat, no matter years,
Beyond the whispers and the fears.

When eyes behold the one they love,
The world around blooms like a dove.
The pulse awakes, a trembling beat,
Like dawn arriving, fresh and sweet.

This silver hair, a gentle veil,
Covers a truth that will not fail.
Deep in the heart, a fire's core,
Burning bright, forevermore.