I told her that I loved her so
she told me that she didn't know
for in my words, she had no trust
she thought my words were just of lust
said she won't always be this way
in time, her hair would turn to gray
I told her that I didn't care
she's more to me than curves and hair
that's overrated anyways
I plan to show her, every day
I don't care what her mirrors see
she'll still be beautiful to me
not that it's an issue, though
she's stunning, but she doesn't know
she told me she still had her doubts
but she'll see what it's all about
Flowers wilt, and die, paintings are destroyed, and great monuments crumble with time. But true beauty...that is eternal