Fading Blooms
Crows feet come
and wrinkles show
how odd to see
what no one knows
“you look under 20”
they say to me
Yet in the mirror
I know what I see.
Little hints of age
creeping in
Good thing getting old
isn’t a sin.
Fading Blooms
Crows feet come
and wrinkles show
how odd to see
what no one knows
“you look under 20”
they say to me
Yet in the mirror
I know what I see.
Little hints of age
creeping in
Good thing getting old
isn’t a sin.
You are still as beautiful to me today as you were twelve years ago, babyboy. Moreso, in fact as my love for you deepens and expands every single day.
My life is so much richer for having you in it.
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