I remember a time when you were happy.
I remember when birds would sing, butterflies filling the sky as far as the eye could see.
I remember seeing you dance full of life in that green meadow filled with flowers, surrounded by mountains.
I see the tears that fall; I feel the pain that many bestowed on you.
Sometimes making you feel like a worn out welcome mat.
I hear your cries of wanting a new page.
As you look in the mirror, I see you worry that the fountain of youth has dried.
Though, the days have passed turning to months that turn to years
You are more beautiful than the first day I saw you.
I gaze upon your inner strength that fills my soul more than you know.
Night has come, the gentle breeze of your hair as you lay your head down.
As I stand here in the mist of night, I see your silhouette beneath the sheets.
Those delicate curves still ignite the fires of desire.
And when you smile, I dream of your soft warm lips embracing mine every day and night.
Take my hand as we walk to that green meadow filled with flowers.