Genteel lines drawn on papery skin
The contours of which are found deep within
So one can determine just where They\'ve been
And if They\'d rather go back with Them
Back to a time when We were young
When the light in Her eyes rivaled that of the sun
When garnered memories were those for reflection
When our love was a map and our hearts the directions
When romance defined by feelings unsure
Usurped that shared by those more mature
Eyes of transluscence,as if made of glass
A sliver of which reflects on Her past
That of which has gone by too fast
Though one that is destined to forever last
Crushed velvet melted in a glistening hue
Channeling spirits and the last breath They drew
Succinct strokes of a painter disguise
The beauty one sees when They look in Her eyes
That which one may be quick to dismiss
Though that which another confirms with a kiss
As the day enjoys its last flickers of light
And the flame it\'s darkness before it ignites
As the amber and rose of an evening decor
Let one know that They\'ve looked into these eyes before
Just as a novel\'s last line is the hardest
And the subject becomes at one with the artist
My muse and I now yield our time
So You can pen that one last rhyme