Do you know what I see
when I look into your eyes?
Not the splendor of deep sapphire,
that I see in summer skies.
The roses are now faded;
each day more petals fall.
Yes, time and space
have dimmed the music
of our youth. Old eyes,
once clear and blue,
no longer see,
just feel the magic
and the glory
of the love
that we have shared.
No, what I see
when I look into your eyes
are sixty patient, perfect years
of earthly paradise.
Have a wonderful birthday, Melba. Live each day as if it were your last; that is what I have learned to do.
Love and hugs,
Peggy Martin
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