Looking into the mirror…she allowed her hands to trace
the crinkles, the folds, the creases…all the wrinkles on her face.
She said, “Look how old I have become...do you still love me yet?”
He smiled, “I shall always be your Romeo...and you...my Juliet.”
“But I was once so beautiful...or have you, to my delight... forgot.”
He smiled, “You shall always be my Guinevere...and I...your Lancelot.”
“Age may mute the beauty of a painting,” he said, “but the beauty still endures
“You will always be a work of art, and I...a connoisseur.”
“That is the beauty of love”, he smiled...”for when love is in your eyes...”
“You will always see the beauty...age endeavors to disguise.”
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