Her face

There are cracks on her face 

Wrinkles  

She watches the time pass 

Feels it tick by 

Each mark another worry that I’ll stop seeing her beauty 

She sees the lines by her eyes 

I see the LOVE 

Each crease, a badge of a thousand smiles, the echo of countless laughs 

To her, time takes  

For me, it gives 

More symbols of her beauty 

Fissures for her love to pour out 

For mine to pour in 

Tokens from her heart, her soul 

She thinks the wrinkles diminish  

like a rare stone, they each add a facet to admire 

Each groove an acknowledgment that her heart is too full of love 

Too big for her precious vessel to contain