Ink Stained Soul…

Lines have appeared.
Stretch marks riddle my body.
Cellulite, extra weight.
My arms not what they use to be.
A body worn down by life.
My breasts no longer perfect.
Age showing in my features.
Some days it’s all I see.
What life has turned me into.
Then I see her.
She is there.
Her glow brightens.
In the eyes.
She is there.
Still shining.
Still youthful.
Still the light of how I love.