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May 2010
Age is just a number repeated by everyone.
But when I look in your eyes I see the setting sun.
The clouds seem to surround you, and they dissipate
With your smile, and I know with you
It will stay for quite a while.
Your hair may be changing its color
And you may be finding it hard to walk.
But even with your age, men will still stop and gawk.
For your inner beauty shines like the sun in the sky
But I know they can’t get you, for your heart is still mine.
It’s not the age that makes us old
It’s when we lose the love, that we become cold.
Let that love shine in you as the rising sun
And it will spread throughout the world
Until your days are done.
So fear not your age, for your beauty
Is still locked up in a cage.
And I have come to see as we get older
Our love grows stronger and even more bolder.
That you no longer care to hide it from the world
But to share it, with every young boy and girl.
louis rams
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louis rams  florida
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   --- and Maricarmen Soto
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