Look for the beauty in
The old woman she has become
There, undiminished, is the fire
That set a heart aflame
Her weathered skin is still supple
In his timeless touch
Here is lead turned to gold
Gold to dream and
Dream to the infinite
Years are but a poor translation
Of an unknown tongue
Your calendar has no dominion
Here
Love forgives time as
Time forgives the clock
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