You used to worship and love
all parts of me, do you still?

Easy to do when things were
tight firm and new
Staring in my mirror I see
So many scars, flaws, surely
you do too?

Approaching from behind
a kiss placed at the base of my neck
Shh, stop, now's not the time
I feel your lips travel and taste
their way down to a scar on my arm
Lingering, I try to pull away from you

Hands turn me to face the mirror
again, a hand up under my chin
Look, see with my eyes, start at the top
Hair soft grey/white, so much prettier now
than when you paid for it's hues

Eyes still bright, sensitive grey, tiny lines
Marking days and years gone by.
Each line a story, a new life
Smile, my love for me
Show me the bright light
That still shines

Turning I let my fingers play
in your greying beard
You have been through it all with me
I don't see lines or any grey
Dignified aging, our bodies meshing
Letting the heat and fire still burn

Done questioning your love for me
I can feel your body respond
Hardening where I need you to be
Lowering me gently to our bed
that has seen it's share of bliss
and some spectacular rows

Our hands trace the familiar curves
valleys that we each know so well
Time has not dimmed our passion
It still glows and pulses with life
True love can make us blind

To mutual flaws, lines
and scars crisscrossing our forms
Closing our eyes we only feel
and remember what we both know
True love never ends, it continues to grow

You just have to believe and feed
it each and every day
Happily it's something we both know