With this ever growing trend of attempting to look young,
to find the elixir of youth,
to not look a year older,
I have learned to accept that,
age is inevitable.

But oddly enough,
it is what I want.
Because as the numbers in my age add,
so does the wisdom in my years.

From the fine lines in my eyes,
I have seen you bloom from a little bud,
to a beautiful flower,
that has added so much colour and warmth to my life.

From the lines at the corners of my mouth,
I have smiled at every single moment of you spent next to me,
and at all the moments that we have laughed together,
that I will remember for more years to come.

From the wrinkles on my hands,
I have remembered every single gentle tug and grip,
and when our fingers intertwined,
and the touch you bring.

I don't want to look a day younger if it means to spend it alone,
I want to look my age,
with you by my side being my biggest support,
and together we will look old.