Continuity
Although my love is growing old.
She is still beautiful to me.
Though what I see you cannot see.
I see her as she used to be.
Good looks may fade like fairy gold.
The outward signs do not fool me.
I see her as she used to be
I love her still as constantly.
Though I’m no longer young and bold.
I see her as she used to be.
Perhaps familiarity
dictates to you what you can see.
I see her as she used to be.
Epitome of all beauty
when I asked her to marry me.
Our love story as yet untold.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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