I see your face

And I find freckles of seasoned age

Creases at the edges

Silvery traces lining your tresses 

And that's what makes you utterly beautiful

For you are a woman of years

Enriched by experiences 

And that displays on your face

It radiates of serenity and grace

I see your face everyday

And still enraptured by the beauty of ripened age. 

©LR