“And my love, you are still every bit
as captivating as you were when we met.”
When I first saw you, it took my breath away. It was your eyes, the softness of your lips, even your hair. And then the way your hands looked when you moved. I always wondered if that amazement would fade over time, especially was we aged, but it hasn’t. I see how your jaw has squared away from your youth. The grey that sprinkles through your hair. And yet, somehow, I still feel the same as I did in those first few moments. But also, at the same time, I marvel at how you are even more striking than before. As if that was ever something I thought possible, and yet it is. I see it every day. And my love, you are still every bit as captivating as you were when we met. How can that be possible? How is it you can still make my breath catch in my throat?
Why is it you look better with every passing year, and I feel like I’m the one withering away?
© Sarah Doughty
What magic you have,
like a fine wine.