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Wrinkled parchment, yellowed lace,

Time-worn pearls, buttons, hooks,

Satin skirts whispering with worn hems,

Age within the ageless face

Shown only in the artless grace,

The knowing smile, composed, serene,

Of one whose nights are filled with life

And days spent deep in sleep's embrace.



youthful in each curve and dip

From cheek and eye to swaying hip,

Beside the fire she sits and knits,

Warm wool between her fingertips.

She remembers blood and rain,

Pleasure, joy, sorrow, pain,

Wild nights running with the wolves,

Or flying with me over the plain.



The youthful body, childlike grace;

The dancing lightness of her steps;

Belie the years we both have lived.

Though now she dresses not in lace,

Satin, silk, or antique pearls,

Still it is thus I see her now

Whenever I dream of her by day

While wrapped, content, in her embrace.



Elena: Lover, fairy-light,

Yet stronger than the steel of swords;

Mind to mind and soul to soul,

Heart to heart together bound.

Bound together, yet as free

As eagles dancing on the wind;

And thus I hope it well may be

For us, for all eternity.