Her beauty has lasted all these years, undiminished. And as she smiles her wonderful smile the years drop away . . . and once again that young girl shines in her eyes.
And her face is more beautiful now than ever it was.
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She sits just to my left in her porch chair; I in the swing. I think back almost 60 years, and see her face as it was then: so beautiful it melted my heart. I knew she was the one.
Her beauty has lasted all these years, undiminished. And as she smiles her wonderful smile the years drop away . . . and once again that young girl shines in her eyes. And her face is more beautiful now than ever it was. Comments are closed.
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