WHEN WE GROW OLD

WHEN WE GROW OLD

I once heard you say, my dear
When you whispered close to my ear--
You are not so young anymore
To be what you were before.

My beloved, I shall be lying true
To deny the years are catching up on you--
The weakened limbs, the failing sight
The creased brows, the stooped back.

It may be that your joints now creak
Or, your lips quaver when you speak--
Yet, I do not believe you are worth the less
Just because your body has seen its best.

Like wine, you have aged so gracefully
Your beauty radiates so unrelentingly--
I am as enamored as when I first met you
You hold my heart forever true.