passion in the middle age?

can we freeze time, then
and while we're at it
ourselves
on ice
in an embrace
not so much passionate
as understanding
or forgiving
accepting
and
after all
isn't that passion
in the middle age?
betrayed
by too much
time
wasted
noise
distractions
making plans
oh yes
and we've found ourselves
lost
in spite of everything
in spite of us
and the best intentions
conceived of love
of passion
forged from youth
in all of its incompleteness
and yet
perfection.
we were idealists once
but to freeze ourselves
in a moment
in time
in youth
could never hold a candle
to the flawed wreck
no one could ever call perfection
but is love
our love
our one and only.