Though as do all,

Though as do all,

She ages.

But with grace,

The pain and joy of life

Written in her heart.

I trace my fingers

Between lines,

As so finely speak

Of life so truly lived.

And recall

When they were firstly drawn.

And every single mark

That lies upon her skin

Was brushed in air,

By an artist’s hand.

No blemish, scar,

Or aged spot

Can mar this face

As speaks of love,

And beauty.

Even as she lies,

The sleep of ages

Brings a glow

To brighten her soft cheeks.

And the dancing,

Of her freckled, satin skin

Intoxicates me.

I feel the rapture.

And as I live and breathe

My love surrounds her,

With just one touch

Of a lover’s kiss,

She wakes.

And the day begins,

Again,

With remembrance,

Thanks

And bliss.