Time Tells

The love of now isn't the love of then.
My arms heavier, your cheeks chubbier.
My lenses thick, you walk with stick.
My hair dyed, your teeth prescribed.
My hands trembling, your lips quivering.
And love... Struggling.
To be now, like it was then.
Too old we are...for restoration.

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