Beauty of Maturity

My hair started graying;
wrinkles line my brow.
My body is now ailing,
what am I to do now?

I hear my bones crack;
my feet ache with pain.
The sweet aroma of lilac wafts,
every time I hear your name.

You once told me,
“Beauty is fleeting.”
The truth, my dear,
is your heart was bleeding.

Our appearances changed,
yet our hearts stayed true.
Tell me, my darling,
did constant love ensue?

When you left me,
my life forever altered.
Forlorn I sit;
tainted, I falter.

But your last words
replay in my head,
“Beauty is fleeting;
we are forever misled.”