This is a unique and explosive love story. .

. Standing by his window, the young woman cried out a love poem to the old man:“Why spurn my affection away?O Beloved! Answer me today!My own, my sweet, gentle man,Can thou not share my loving plan?I care not for thy time and age,Love is no number on a cruel page;‘Tis true I am from thee younger,But my womanly love shall last longer,I care not if Time or age did place,Creases upon thy gentle face,Or if thy past years have endowed,Silver streaks upon the head so proud!All change in thee I surely admire,No lesser is my love, no softer my desire!If some locks of silver upon thy hair,Old age bestowed with a graceful air,Adore I shall - that shiny thread,That clusters round thy noble head!Years and years can rush away,With my feminine curves in display,But still, loved one, I shall claim,Adore and love thee still the same,Singing and summoning thy name,Dreaming too that thou art came!Why enslave me, then upbraid me,When I alone love and adore thee?Much older and wiser thou art,Yet, affixed upon my woman’s heart; Though thy brow is white and fair,And thou knewest such toil and fear,But never again shall upon thee be shoneA love akin to a love as mine own!”.