Bequeathed Reflection

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