Will you still love me? She asked
When my body shrinks and those makeups cant hold the wrinkles anymore.
Will I still be attracted to you?
Will you hold me close and still tell me you love me?
When your jokes don't me laugh anymore and your touch feels like thorns on my body
Will your presence make me smile?
Will you remind me of how lucky you are to have me?
When my eyes fade and those paints can't protect my nails anymore
Will you be my star to show me the way?
Will you guide me through the stairs?
When I lay to rest and I wake in your memories forever
Will you still love me? She whispered soberly...
My late wife never wore makeup at all, had a few wrinkles and didn't care for my jokes. Love is deeper than that. True love overlooks everything and is eternal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Where love abounds, the whole gist of your life will lie on the wrinkles of the one you love. Nice poem