Pensive Glance

[LukeSizemore]

Pensive Glance

You ask why do I often look at you
now that old age has robbed us of our youth.
I say its simply something that I do
for pleasure dear, and that is simple truth.
Your eyes, as bright as they have ever been,
still indicate to me the way you feel.
They tell me nothing ever came between
the two of us, and love itself is real.
Your lips, so ever ready with a smile,
I know will always welcome with a kiss,
an honest grin without a hint of guile,
reminder of our early nights of bliss.
I know we’re old and years must have their way.
Still in your face, a glimpse of yesterday.

Disclaimer: Im a newb to poetry too, so take with a grain of salt. I really like your last line. But I feel that you could do what someone else told me to do, eliminate some words. I was told that poetry is about making each and every word powerful and meaningful, so that means cutting down on anything that isn't absolutely essential to the message. That's just my humble, inexperienced opinion. otherwise, I like the message!