Ageless Appeal

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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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