Aging
Fine lines grace your face,
Your eyes, beautiful
Remain so,
As you age.
Self-conscious,
You gently turn your head.
A blush,
Lightens your years.
I remain smitten.
The nectar in your eyes
Flows through,
My insides.
Over the years
The aging!
The matured breasts
Reflect on the Universe,
Left behind.
Miniscule ripples of laughter,
Innocence bounces back,
From the walls
The immanent joy of a teenager.
I remain spellbound
As Time salutes
this noble woman.
