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She worries that her softest bloom is gone,
The beauty that was hers in younger years.
She reminisces days of early dawn,
When flawless skin awoke to gleeful cheers.
She frets her steps have lost their sultry dance,
Her slender figure time has cast away.
She dreads her crown to white will soon advance,
So feels it is in vain to hide her gray.
But I do not see what her mirror shows,
For ever since we met her beauty glows.
Her smile, her lively eyes and button nose,
Still weaken my strong knees down to my toes.
No matter what the mirror says to her,
Her beauty moves my heart with love to stir.
Copyright © Angel L Villanueva | Year Posted 2018