"Love's Paradox: A Tale of Age and Sacrifice"

In the land of Busembatya, there lived a man, A young one, wealthy, with an endless span. Of riches, treasures, all that he desired, Yet love, elusive, never had transpired.

This noble youth, adorned in a gilded crown, His every whim fulfilled without a frown, But even gold could never warm his heart, In search of love, he wandered, torn apart.

He sought answers, in the cosmic realms, To sages, jesters, and the ancient elms. He offered sacrifices, prayers, and pleas, Yet love stayed distant, like a summer breeze.

For women found him cold, aloof, and stern, His attitude, was a flame that wouldn't burn. And though he yearned for love, he never learned, That what we give is what we shall return.

Amidst the jesters' jokes and wise men's tales, A secret whispered, like a ship with sails. An older woman, beauty like the skies, Held love's potential deep within her eyes.

Fifteen years his senior, she appeared, Her wisdom, grace, and humor persevered. With heart wide open, she declared her stance, "I'll love you, young man, but with one circumstance."

"Before the world, I ask you this," she said, "To act as a child, not husband, in their stead. But when the night is draped in velvet hue, A loving spouse, to me, you shall be true."

The young man pondered, weighing pros and cons, His love for her was greater than the bronze. He nodded, bowed, and so the pact was made, A life of love, in this peculiar trade.

Together, they embarked on life's grand stage, Defying norms and disregarding age. For love, it seems, in every form and guise, Can blossom even where we least surmise.

In daylight, he, her child, so dutiful, At night, as one, their love was beautiful. In jest and wisdom, intertwined they grew, Their love, a testament, forever true.