Like the lines in a tree. They show even more when you are happy. You try to cover them up. But they are you. They dont take away from your eyes, brown, gray or blue. Our bodies grow old. Our movements slow down. But slow and steady gets the job done. Wink Wink. I dont look at you like you are a fine wine. Once the wine is gone, there is nothing left but the bottle. There is plenty left of you, inside and out. We will brace each other during the rough times. Holding on like the last fall leaf. My love, we both know that there is no forever. But for the time that we have together, i will always be yours

Purr....Sigh....Ahh....

such sweet sentiment, changeofheart.. really enjoyed the read..