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Through Glasses Tinted Rose
I worship her through glasses tinted rose,
beyond mere satin trappings, to her core,
for ‘tis the lady’s essence I adore,
where embers fume and heated passion grows.
I gaze beyond her eyes, past crimson lips,
‘neath heady piquant scents and rosy cheeks,
for ‘tis her heart, this aging lover seeks,
not flowing tinted hair nor girlish hips.
The lines and flaws from life remain unviewed,
requiring no veiled nor made-up guise,
for beauty shines in these beholder’s eyes,
remaining e’er the bride I first pursued.
The love within her soul is all that shows,
when worshiping through glasses tinted rose.
