Love Relic
. for public domain
Dappled shadows of fluttering leaves
on the Walnut's limb, dance merrily
upon her aging cheeks and chin.
Her withering smiling, once beguiling,
no longer hides her disappointment
at growing old, now wrinkled and thin,
and yet my eyes are always drawn to hers.
My leathery arms seek to draw her near me.
I rejoice her heart beats within.
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