amongst the first hopes,
possible dreams, and endless days.
She was long limbed and perfect
with brown eyes that could search souls.
Her hair was a wild storm of dark curls
a sun bleached halo about her lovely head.
Her smile banished clouds.
She turned heads and captivated without guile.
Time has been kind, barely thickening her body
Time has been kind, barely thickening her body
only touching her face with honest lines
that define her beauty rather than diminish it.
She has taken on the mantle of age with ease, elegance and grace.
She still commands a second look from hopeful strangers
We are no longer lovers yet we are much closer than that.
She still wears my ring
We are no longer lovers yet we are much closer than that.
She still wears my ring
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