What is it you see

What is it you see

When you look at me?

Every line that age

Has drawn upon my face,

The naked skin

That shines, upon my head.

And hairs that grow

Everywhere but the place

I want them to be.

Even though I keep in trim,

Without a paunch to speak of,

Gravity has its way.

And the tautness

Of my stomach

Has long since gone.

Unless with muscles tensed

And carrying an awareness

Of my pose,

The remnants

Of a six pack still holds

Old man’s pear shape

At bay.

I still remember,

What you said

When we met

All those years ago.

Much to my dismay.

And disbelief,

By Michael Angelo.

But now my derriere

Is long since wasted

I laugh at that comparison.

Even though

You still hold

It to be true.

I don’t know,

What did I ever do

To deserve such

A wondrous thing as you?

When your beauty

Remains unsullied,

By whatever life

Has thrown your way.

And in your radiance

I can but claim

To bathe.

Dismissing your

Assertion

That your best days

Are behind you.

We laugh at such

Foolish notions,

As age related products,

Oils and potions,

And remember,

With every passing year,

Even as elasticity,

And capacity

For staying awake diminishes,

Real love is for all time.

It is without rhyme,

Or reason.

Not just a Valentine

Fit for today,

But a forever friend

And lover,

Like no other.

Today, tomorrow

And with every passing year

The memories grow longer

And the love,

Just keeps on growing,

Stronger and stronger.