The Beauty I Have Found

When with my eyes, I look at you, my sweet,
I see an aging woman, gaunt and thin.
I see your gnarled hands and wrinkled skin;
I see your sagging breasts and calloused feet;
I see you strain to catch each breath anew;
I see you bent with age and all worn out.
For why I shed a tear, there is no doubt:
I see a shadow of the girl I knew.
But if I look on you, not with my eyes,
whose blindness cause me pain, but with my heart,
I see the wond'rous girl, who stole that heart.
I see the glimmer in your deep brown eyes.
My heart is filled with love, and joys abound,
as tears flow for the beauty I have found.