They say that time is the great thief,
Robber of beauty and of looks,
I have heard it spoken times before,
Have read of it in books,
But as the years go by with you,
I realize more and more,
You just get that much better,
So much better than before.
For what may have caught my eye,
Was surely your pretty face,
But over the years I have come to know,
Your true beauty and inner grace,
For your true beauty is not seen,
Not what you choose to show,
It is your beauty that lies inside,
The beauty I've come to know,
And as the years pass on by,
You age just like fine wine,
And every year that passes by,
Makes me glad you're mine.
Far from your beauty ever fading,
I feel that I must say,
You just keep on getting better,
And more beautiful every day.