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.