Will you still love me
When I don’t have a bikini body?
I didn’t marry you for your body
It came with the package
If I get old and frumpy
You won’t want someone younger?
I could ask the same of you
If I get fat and bald
I didn’t marry you
For your hairline
My dear, you have
A beautiful spirit.
I won’t leave you, and
I want no other
But you still want this body
Yes
Encroaching age: it drives some together, it drives others apart … nice poem. Thank you.
Your poetry/thought is addictive. yes, as Roger (above) says, “nice poem. Thank you”