Seeing What He Sees

She looks at him, he looks at her.
Their love is plain to see.
For over sixty years it's been
Their heart born legacy.

She's always been a beauty
To anyone around,
But none appreciate it more
Than his grinning eyes of brown.

For years he's looked upon her
At home and on the stage
And praised her work and efforts
In the many roles she's played.

Her face is etched upon his mind
Her kindness in his heart.
They laugh and smile and relish life
Making aging well an art.

His eyes have changed, as some eyes do,
After years of working well,
The features of his lovely bride
His eyes no longer tell.

But her beauty, only strengthened,
By the ups and downs of life,
Is the kind that comes from deep within
More felt than seen, his wife.

"Do not feel sad," he tells me,
As we speak of vision lost
"For I have her, and she has me.
I'll take that at any cost."

"We'll always have each other,
Thanks to a loving God.
And that will keep us happy
Through any trial we trod."

She looks at him, He looks at her.
Their love is plain to see
And now I understand at last
Their heart born legacy.
                         ~by Kathryn May Chapman

~For Lael and Margaret Woodbury