She rests her head, I examine her face
Her beauty buried beneath wear.
The folds of skin that crack the space
Where blushing cheeks once shone.
A beauty spot, faded lashes
Now translucent almost gone.
She rests, she rests her eyes
those eyes that have seen so much.
Reflected I see love in this face,
The skin that felt my youthful flesh.
That held my arm that time,
Proud to be seen there.
I said I would, I do and did.
She gave her life to me,
To cherish to love and pleasure
Then, now and forever.
Opening her clouded eyes I see fear,
As her mind refuses to know me.
Memories stolen never to return
I pray for her to rest those eyes
In trying to experiment with finding my voice I put this together to see if I could be authentic when writing with a male perspective. Your comments would be appreciated thank you.