Nature paints your hair with frost
engraves lines on your face.
Yet no one could ever take your place.
Without you I would be lost.

A younger man may have hair of gold
and a baby's unlined face.
Yet he could never take your place
keeping me safe and dispelling life's cold.

You don't need to worry because you are growing old
I will never weary looking at your face.
No one will ever take your place.
You are more precious to me than the most expensive jewelry of gold.

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