She's way too old for me

Or just too mature?
I'm really not sure
Maybe it's just that she
Bedazzles my sight
In autumnal light
But I love the ladies all
Whether of spring or of fall

And then, I like her 2 old, me!
With no constraints and free.

(I like 'er 2 'old me 2, mate!  Well said, Bill.   )

(Not for the poem, just for Bill and all me mates.)

why have her young
when she is my mom?
She's the one that i need
The one that I hug



(I couldn't help myself  )

She's way too old for me
Or just too mature?
I'm really not sure
Maybe it's just that she
Bedazzles my sight
In autumnal light
But I love the ladies all
Whether of spring or of fall

And then, I like her 2 old, me!
With no constraints and free.
why have her young
when she is my mom?
She's the one that i need
The one that I hug

She always showed me Love.
She abandoned her own desires.
To create for me a world so free

Fair she is there is none other
Fair as she my dearest mother