When I see you I see an elderly man with thinning grey hair and a sunburned patch of skin right in the middle. Included in my view is a slightly stooped frame. But when I see you I also see a handsome middle-aged man with a charming smile. And sometimes I glimpse a mischievous boy in your grin. Within your brooding dark eyes, do you see me? I am wanting to hold all of you that I see, from the small boy in need of his mother to the elderly man who remembers her still with tears in his eyes.
This is a picture of how I see and love the whole life of a man in his present form