My Love for Thee

:Tales of Time

Tricks of time
Tale as old as rhyme,
Beauty is a curse only a few possess.
But true beauty is measured by all your graces
Oh and I, a sage,
Yet who could believe such a phrase?
For fragments of my thoughts may decay with age.

Perhaps it is true that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.
Oh and if I could write the beauty of your eyes and how they captivate with such simplicity.
The generation to come will say this poet lies, such perfection portrays complexity.