Time and Its Daughter

Time and its Daughter I love your face and your face loves itself For its perfect nose, green eyes and rosy lips And your fragrance has a Narcissistic allure. The way you walk pavements adore you rain shies away as not to make your hair wet I love your face and your face loves itself. When you cross the street car horn blears All by themselves and white cars turn pink And your fragrance has a Narcissistic allure Sun doesn´t burn your skin, makes it golden. Till, one day, the mirror tells of a wrinkle, and you know years are ganging up on you. You only enemy is time it waits in the wings. As furrows settle on your forehead. I love you face, your face doesn´t love itself Car horn doesn´t blare anymore, get off The road you lazy old woman, they honker Your fragrance of youth has lost its allure