My heart’s apparel is not elegant;
I need no jewels or silk or satin thread,
No smart array of finery or dress.

When Time’s own cruel hand has carved my face,
And daubed with grey my crown of ruddy gold,
When I face Death and look into his eyes,
How can I then be other than I am?

https://medium.com/the-word-artist/hold-my-heart-a-love-poem-435964feb56f?sk=f12fc50199dfef6991f199bdf0bfcf1e

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