Becoming

Original Bob

Yes my love, I see them 
smiling, even laughing at us.
 We have seen years
 and decades go by.
 We aged
 but are not old.
 Our skin is wrinkled and dry
 but to my touch you are
 soft and smooth.
 Our eyes slowly moved into darkness
 but yours are
 brighter than the stars.
 Our bodies grow older
 while our hearts grow young.

NB : This is one of two poems (the other is Domingo)  I wrote as a challenge by my friend Isaac to describe  how, in terms of years, people can grow older without aging,  how it is possible to die younger than at birth.