I see you gaze into a mirror long
And sigh at spots and wrinkles all around.
The smell of dyes and perfumes are as strong
As worries for lost beauties to be found.

How many craved eternal youth and grace
When time marched slowly to their middle years?
When aging stress first showed upon the face
Revealing all anxieties and fears?

Yet there’s a power that goes beyond our age,
That only sees one beautiful and fair,
Where passion glorious its only gauge,
No matter what the texture, color there.

Eternal love’s my only lens to see
And adoration’s where my sight has sprung.
Know this, my love, you always shall now be
Within my olden eyes forever young.


(Photo by Gabriel Peter)