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 gracewhich 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 envisionWhat life's got in store for later.
Though you may believe,With age, comes beauty;It was your effortless gracewhich 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 envisionWhat life's got in store for later.
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