Ms. Lily

She walks in the beauty of youth,
               Apparently untouched by the woe of life.
Clearly beyond my pale,
                from where have you come?
Were you chosen by the gods of selection,                             
                for me?
Why does my heart beat, so very strong,
                for that what I cannot touch?
For I am three times twenty four,
                much too old for you.
I would that I had met you when ,
                I was thirty one.