The night becomes you darling,
Darkness, conceals your face.
And cloaks, the wrinkled visage,
Botox, cannot erase.
Less ‘Physical’ pull, between us.
Our magnets tug - decayed..
Skin, Flesh and Blood found guilty.
By passing time, betrayed.
We no longer dwell, upon the shell,
That secretes, increasing pain.
Rather, in our minds, re-live the joys,
Of past loves’, sweet refrain!