She cast her gaze upon the glass; complexion mirrored, how time must pass.
What subtle lines she’s prone to find from stories written in her life.
Her thoughts of youth her mind does wander, what lies ahead she often ponders.
He sees perfection in her face, such beauty aged, it adds such grace.
Across the room their eyes they meet, no words are spoken, their thoughts complete.
A blush and grin she gives to him, as if to say, “I know where your mind’s been.”
Reflections from the back she see him closing in with weakened knees.
Until such time that they collide, front to back his arms out wide.
Embrace he must her beauty draws him, like steel
