Rose Colored Glass
Rose Colored Glass
He sees the rose in her cheeks
She sees the wrinkles of time in her mirror
He sees the long, flowing brunette of her shining hair
She sees the wisps of grey, dull hair that she cannot manage
He sees the shine and twinkle in her soft blue eyes
She sees her reflection through corrective lenses
He sees her running through the garden to greet him
She feels the pain, as she walks with her cane to meet him
He holds the soft, smooth hand that wears a simple golden band
She feels him squeeze her weathered, gnarled, vein ridden hand
He sees the girl he met and loved at seventeen
She sees the love of her life
He sees through rose colored glasses
She adores him
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Dedicated to my grandparents
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