She said, "Look how old I have become...do you still love me yet? "
He smiled, "I shall always be your Romeo...and you...my Juliet."
"But I was once so beautiful...or have you, to my delight... forgot."
He smiled, "You will always be my Guinevere...and I...your Lancelot."
"Age may mute the beauty of a painting, " he said, "but the beauty still endures
"You will always be a work of art, and I...a connoisseur."
"That is the beauty of love", he smiled..."for when love is in your eyes..."
"You will always see the beauty...age endeavors to disguise."
Beauty and love both flow here in parallel manner and this is really very interesting poem. Always beauty scribbles heart and mind.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So pretty! SO true a love mentioned.Surely love doesn't fade with age and time.If it is borne once in the heart, it rather nourishes with age☺😊