Harmony I (Who Cares?)

Who cares about their color? They'd twinkle anyway . Someday they'll both have places In Heaven's bright array. Who cares about her poundage? She still looks very nice. My arms still reach around her, I think that will suffice. Who cares about her cleavage, Whatever size they are? I'm sure they have their beauty. I never got that far. Who cares about her hairdoo? She's going with the flow. I doubt if she considers; But that's not bad, you know. Who cares how old she's getting? She's still the same to me. Sometimes I take for granted, We both shall always be. But care, I do, about her. In life, above all things. And cherish every moment We share, from which it springs.