Yet, she was unaware of how beautiful she was

Until she saw her reflection

In my eyes

I didn't see the scars of age

I saw her eyes shimmering with grace

I didn't find any grey tresess

I found them dyed 

With experience

It wasn't her features

Nor her feminine curves

It was only her

The luster of peace

The aura of elegance

Which she radiated

In her solitary existence

She was beautifully framed

In my heart. 

©LR