The Beauty of Love

Looking into the mirror…she allowed her hands to trace the crinkles, the folds, the creases…all the wrinkles on her face. She said, “Look how old I have become...do you still love me yet?” He smiled, “I shall always be your Romeo...and you...my Juliet.” “But I was once so beautiful...or have you, to my delight... forgot.” He smiled, “You shall always be my Guinevere...and I...your Lancelot.” “Age may mute the beauty of a painting,” he said, “but the beauty still endures “You will always be a work of art, and I...a connoisseur.” “That is the beauty of love”, he smiled...”for when love is in your eyes...” “You will always see the beauty...age endeavors to disguise.”