Inner Beauty

Alas, my flower's glow begins to fade,
And all that I can do is share her fate.
Her lustrous eyes display a dimmer shade,
Diminishing her light and lively state.
Her supple petal wilts and pales with age,
And gone are all the days that time betrayed.
Although I've loved the turning of each page,
It saddens me to see the tolls she's paid.
But time cannot erase the bond we hold
Or change the inner grace that she displays.
That charm, which aging eyes can still behold,
Has sealed for endless days my loving gaze.
   So even if her petal fades with time,
   My flower's inner grace remains sublime.