Time Marches

Her beautiful face wore the wrinkles of time, reflecting the ripples in a stream, one like the other, glistened in the sun, creating a Romeo’s dream! Her hair saw the shade of a grey windblown cloud, that changed to silver in the night, her good looks moved forward to breathtaking instead,, as she glowed within the moons lovely light! Mature mixed with pretty, her life’s like a rose, with peddles to delicate to touch,, wrinkles or not she a captivating creature,, and to live in my heart is a Must!!!

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