By D. R. DiFrancesco
Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder,
As does love when souls grow older,
Doth the mind play tricks on the aging eye,
Maybe so, it most surely try.
Portraying the look of younger days,
We overlook the changing grays,
Projecting on the freshness of youth,
Beliefs most surely are the truth.
With utmost certainty a gift this must be,
For lovely today as the first are thee,
Is this a trick or are we but blind,
Left to the mercy of a hopeful mind.
Doth this make us mere fools to our memory,
Would have it no other way if it let me,
Hiding away the ravages of time,
Leaving in life a love most sublime.
Dom DiFrancesco 
So sweet Dom. I think we just grow to appreciate the finery of the aging…each wrinkle, a memory. Hope you have a great weekend, enjoy your family time.
Thank you so much. It just amazes me how after so many years of marriage my wife still looks the same to me as she did when we first met. I find it such a wondrous thing and I thank God for it everyday. You enjoy your weekend as well with your family. :)
Lol…not sure my husband sees me that way…I don’t think so…poet’s eye are different, they see farther in I think, that’s why she hasn’t changed..lol. And thank you. Good start to my weekend here with this crazy crew.:)
Well, I would guess that my wife thinks I look a lot older than I did 2o years ago. She is already saying that I act like my father LOL! That’s okay though I can take it.
well written
Thank you very much! :)
I like it when people come together and share opinions.
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