Beautiful Eyes of Youth

Time passes

I age

And people think

My beauty fades


I feel young

I will grow

But my beauty

Will stay as so


My demeanor

Displays my youth

My natural locks

Seem to help too


I love my face

And probably aways will

No matter how many wrinkles

My beauty remains still


Though the world sees me

As a lumpy bag of skin

I'll look in the mirror

And be young again




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