Wrinkles
I see my love, in every wrinkle
every fold of her skin, each
lock of greying hair,
The broadness of her hips
the softness of her embrace.
Her mouth worn by a thousand smiles.
Eyes that sparkle both sad and happy tears
I see my love in the melody of her voice
The kindness of her thought.
I see my love through my ageing eyes,
Still sixteen, still beautiful!
I see my love through my ageing eyes, Still sixteen, still beautiful! .....beautiful description of love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful portrayal and description of love that is not affected.by time. Lovingly penned.
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