Although my love is growing old.
She is still beautiful to me.
Though what I see you cannot see.
I see her as she used to be.
Good looks may fade like fairy gold.
The outward signs do not fool me.
I see her as she used to be
I love her still as constantly.
Though I’m no longer young and bold.
I see her as she used to be.
Perhaps familiarity
dictates to you what you can see.
I see her as she used to be.
Epitome of all beauty
when I asked her to marry me.
Our love story as yet untold.
True beauty my friend never fades away, she is as beautiful in your heart as she was that first day... Beautiful poem Ivor, right from the heart..10+
Aw.... aw.... now THAT's love indeed. Blind? Certainly not; beauty is in the eye of the lover. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A true compliment to her Ivor! Deeply warming to read! ! A (10) ! ! best regards, Your friend Thad