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

Know this!

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.