I had an experience that reminds me of your poem: Mr. Sinclair, showed me a photo of his dear wife right after she had a severe stroke, and said, “I can’t believe it.”
I was about to say, “It’s so tragic.”, when he said, “She’s as beautiful as the day we met.”
Love does see past wrinkles, saggy skin, blemishes, thick waists and flabby arms. My husband is as sexy as he was when we started dating, some 55 years ago. In fact, I find him even sexier because our love has grown so much with each passing year.
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love that photo 🙂 and the words
Beautiful, a touching tribute to his love
I had an experience that reminds me of your poem: Mr. Sinclair, showed me a photo of his dear wife right after she had a severe stroke, and said, “I can’t believe it.”
I was about to say, “It’s so tragic.”, when he said, “She’s as beautiful as the day we met.”
Love does see past wrinkles, saggy skin, blemishes, thick waists and flabby arms. My husband is as sexy as he was when we started dating, some 55 years ago. In fact, I find him even sexier because our love has grown so much with each passing year.
poor woman!
sorry lucky woman!
That’s love.