Ageless Appeal

We met in middle school you see;

Both so young, immature, naive.

My recollections of you then?

Only happy as can be.

Though you may believe,

With age, comes beauty;

It was your effortless grace

which kept my eyes drawn to thee.

If admittance be the first step,

I guess its better late than never,

To concede my innervations;

I've just never been this clever.

As this ink leaves this pen,

As these thoughts go to paper;

I can't help but envision

What life's got in store for later.

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