The Beauty

A photo found & enlarged
revealing a past of hard-won experience;
a truth revealed of trials come & gone.
Does this past not revel mine
diminished returns of separate paths;
the scars of mistakes we both have made?

What you must think of me --
blind to the ravages nature wrought;
un-accepting of what must be by surfaces.
I tell you now & on,
today & tomorrow will not change my heart;
there is nothing which can take the beauty I see in you....