Never forget the skin of my breast
even though I shall be old
with leather-lined folds
more lived-in than my sofa.

Never look at me without the light
of years-long love in your eyes
unless you start to see
not me, but a very old woman.

Never fail to tell me that my face
is beautiful. I need to know.
You always seem the same to me.
Never forget; I need to know.