Time and its Daughter

I love your face and your face loves itself
For its perfect nose, green eyes and rosy lips
And your fragrance has a Narcissistic allure.

The way you walk, pavements adore you
rain shies away as not to make your hair wet
I love your face and your face loves itself.

When you cross the street, car horns blare
All by themselves and white cars turn pink
And your fragrance has a Narcissistic allure.

Sun doesn´t burn your skin, makes it golden.  
Till, one day, the mirror tells of a wrinkle, and
you know years are ganging up on you.

Your only enemy is time, it waits in the wings
As furrows settle on your forehead.
I love your face, your face doesn´t love itself.

Car horns don´t blare anymore, get off
The road you lazy old woman, they honker
Your fragrance of youth has lost its allure.