when i was five

when i was five
i asked my grandpa
what is the meaning of love
he patted my back and said
you are too young
you wouldn't yet understand

grandpa then replaced his spectacles
and through them he peered
he slowly made his way to my grandma
like a nest to a weary bird

today i'm still wondering
exactly what is love
but that day when i was five
i knew, i knew for certain that --
lovers grow old
but love fades not