Poetry is in her eyes

Poetry is in her eyes
Music is on her hair
My soul sits beside her lips
Hence love is everywhere

She fiddles with my heart
With each note falling on my cheeks
So I know she loves me, too
And if asked if I love her
I'll always say I do

I have loved her once or twice
Yet I love her more every day
Because she is my soul
And this is all I pray

I do not fear
How devouring time would fill this page
Because even if the changing winds redirect our sails
Love grows with age.