They say beauty is in
the eyes of the beholder
and I have always gazed
upon your soul while your
body gradually gets older.
As the pastel flowers of
your ripe Spring fade into
a richly crimson Fall,
I continue to gaze upon
your glimmering essence,
an ever scintillating core,
capable of blinding me,
your incredible beauty,
I always see.
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