youth's rose

 
I turned around I saw my reflection
star gazing in your eyes I didn't notice the time
the sun had gone down on my beauty

grey streaked my hair
lines creased my face
still, you found me beautiful

you held my youth
a pressed rose in your memories
a flower you picked in the summer
my gift to you my one and only

time tempered my wild nature
I was found even lovelier in your adoring gaze
looking at me in my maturity
you were star gazing too

I saw my reflection mirrored in artic blues
my heart melted and I was warmed
as one with your soul, I was home