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Faded Beauty

she draws a shaky hand to her face
and feels the changes that took place
the years have taken their tow it seems
her looks have faded, along with her dreams.

she questions the image of herself she sees
and ask the mirror,god is this really me?
she wonders aloud, will i ever be loved again
and who will want me as i am.

she fights the tears she sees beginning to form,
tears from loneliness that were born
all she wants is to be loved and held,
in her eyes the tears still swell.

she walks away from her image in the glass,
thinking this to shall leave her and pass
she looks back at her image one more time
and she sees the lines that cant be denied.

as she looks closer a smile softly escapes
her fingers touch the skin still soft on her face
and she remembers his words spoken with care
its not the skin you wear, its your heart i want to share

Joyce James