Years passed and we drifted away when the destiny called.
Aging-- the curse of time that takes the tole of body.
Ravaged once youthful beauty, and yet, when I met her again,
I saw nothing, but the lovely visage that my mind had stored.
A face that captured my heart upon the first sight; eons past.
It is not this aged body, but the pilgrim soul which I loved,
In my bosom it lived intact, and now I behold it in flesh again.