Etched and shaped
By sands of time
Her beauty more revealed
The seasons cycle
Years go by
And richer her appeal
The youth keep watch
With hopeful eyes
To discover secret ways
How could it be
They wonder
She belies her many days
At their pondering
I smile
For I need not know her tricks
My joy is found
On each day’s morn
When her beauty I do kiss

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