He Smiled

She paused after looking in the mirror, asking, “When did I get so old?” He smiled. “Every day you’re more alluring, more beautiful.” He consoled. “No, look at all these wrinkles.” she said “I’m not that same girl you first met.” He smiled. “I shall always be your Romeo…and you…my Juliet.” “But I was much prettier when I was younger!” Her voice was strained…distraught. He smiled, “You shall always be my Guinevere…and I...your Lancelot.” “You will always be a work of art and I a connoisseur.” He smiled and touched her cheek. “For age may mute the beauty of a painting but that beauty still endures.” “That is the beauty of love”, he said… “for when love is in your eyes…” He smiled “You will always see the beauty… age endeavors to disguise.”