The lines on her face. A Poem

via Daily Prompt: Study


I see her in the mirror

I study the lines on her face

She’s cool, calm and collected

An upright posture and mindful grace


Watching me observe her

She acknowledges with a smile

I wave and say hello

Yet, want to run a mile


Her beauty is majestic

A vision I’ve not often seen

I’m mesmerised by her presence

Dream of places she may have been


I study the lines on her face

There are only but a few

Her age is held immortal

I am to be like you