Her youthfull days are over yet her story remains.
Before i got to know her better she was a muse.
Her princess like behavior still remains
She used to dance like a ballerina,
And her thin and slender figure drove me crazy.
She enjoyed playing around with the wind
She was one with the air.
Now her figure is not at her best
Though still beautiful, gentler she has become...
His white hair is prove that he is wiser,
He used to be a player and a dancer.
He played around with various girl
He was different and nothing similar to me
Though still lovelier, he has become a little slower than before.
We still rememeber our youthfull ways
Yet we still remain in love as in the old days
I couldn't forget her before much less today
I used to reject him before but no more of that i may
Im hers
Im his
From yesterday only memories remain
Physical beauty is nothing compare to true love..
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