44 winters come to leave their mark on your brow
But does not dent that beauty I see in your eyes
for winter’s chill always brings spring and spring allows
to turn a blind eye to all that mean time would demise
Your beauty is not a thing that we measure in years
But something grander that we see rise from within
The more you age we see this beauty rise free from tears
and in the end of time we see how youth’s folly thins
And the more we realize the bard's error when he proclaimed
That forty or forty four years might cause beauty to dent
And maybe that which was fair in youth may indeed come to
change
But time cannot cause what is inside you to tear or rent
What you are cannot by time or age be put to waste,
And beauty cannot be lost by urgency of days or haste.
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