You might look in the mirror and see wrinkles,
an old woman where once a young one stood.
To me you’re still beautiful, as desirable as ever.
Pity we’re not together.
Bob Boyd
My Archived Poetry Blog With 3,750 poems
You might look in the mirror and see wrinkles,
an old woman where once a young one stood.
To me you’re still beautiful, as desirable as ever.
Pity we’re not together.
Bob Boyd