After all these years…

After all these years, The penchant for life still sustained Triumphant in a glory, Whose fragrance had long remained. Comes along a love, That’s begs to be pursued, At long last, The heart has been rescued. Crying with joy, The anger has been moved, This listless existence, In past years has been proved. Why! Oh, Why! As the heart is questioned. What was the need? For this mediocrity to be stationed?