Softie

One token of labour,
They can’t access your mind,
I think of my lover,
How one day, we’ll die,
The truth is nature,
She pays us no mind,
Like the movement of water,
You cannot rewind,
I think of my father,
Almost eighty years old,
He still moves like a child,
His heart is pure,
I thought I knew so much,
About love and affection,
A universe connected,
When you find love.