She cast her gaze upon the glass; complexion mirrored, how time must pass. <br />What subtle lines she’s prone to find from stories written in her life. <br />Her thoughts of youth her mind does wander, what lies ahead she often ponders. <br /> <br />He sees perfection in her face, such beauty aged, it adds such grace. <br />Across the room their eyes they meet, no words are spoken, their thoughts complete. <br />A blush and grin she gives to him, as if to say, “I know where your mind’s been.” <br /> <br />Reflections from the back she see him closing in with weakened knees. <br />Until such time that they collide, front to back his arms out wide. <br />Embrace he must her beauty draws him, like steel
