Every morning I look at your face.
Is it still what I cherish and love?
Are your eyes still reflecting the faith
In each other and forces above?
Love and time are in constant intrigue,
Playing games, holding humans for puppets.
Lowering us into aging fatigue.
Changing bodies, and faces, and habits.
So good that we met at the time
When youth offered us beauty and charm.
So good that with love on our side
Time keeps hearts so gentle and warm.
every morning
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