With every wrinkle, a tale unfolds, Of laughter, love, and moments bold. No longer bound by rules so tight, We…
As days turn into years with silent grace, We gather wisdom, etched in timeâs embrace. Each wrinkle tells a tale…
We wandered through the seasons, hands entwined, From youthful spring to autumn’s golden glow, Each wrinkle tells a story, love…
Another year has come and gone, With wrinkles here and hair withdrawn, But laughter still as strong as youth, In…
The mirror holds a story, etched in lines of grace, Each wrinkle tells a tale, of moments time can’t erase.…
Wrinkles are just laughter’s souvenirs, Each line a tale of joy and cheers. Aging, they say, is a funny game,…
As years go by, the mirror tells a tale, Of laughter lines and hair that’s gone pale. Glasses on the…