Self-Retrospection

The heart has no wrinkles.
It is clean, though it bleeds.
Wrinkles live on the outside, etched on the face—
scars worn thin...from the weight of relentless days...

Look at the heart. It will speak to you
of what has passed, of trials and sorrows.
Look into the eyes—they will reveal
their truth. That they can love as they never have before.

Search for the soul. It burns ever-bright!
It dreams, yearns, and grieves.
Listen to your heart.
It loves, forgives, and goes on beating...