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Ageless Beauty - A Love Story that Never Ends

Updated on December 29, 2016

Ageless Beauty

The Source of Beauty

On my way to work, I pass by a cemetery. Every morning, I notice an elderly woman standing before a well-cared grave. She looks a bit emaciated, with a full head of gray hair. The grave is located not far from the main road. As I drive home after work, I see a single red rose in the flower holder right next to the headstone. The flower does not wither even in winter.

Year after year, I get use to the sight of her. Older and more fragile she appears as time goes by, like an old tree that has seen too many bitter weathers. Besides a red rose, she also carries a walking stick in her hand. Her back slightly hunches over, she wears an old-fashioned hat on her head to cover up the thin hair. Despite of her doddery appearance, there is something about this old lady, which moves me, graceful and dignified, an ageless beauty that can’t be put into words.

Then, suddenly, one day, she stops showing up, and the grass about the grave starts to grow out of hand. The rose petals dry up and fall to the ground. For a month, the flower holder remains empty. “Perhaps, she moves away,” I wonder. “Perhaps, she is taken ill.” It’s a strange feeling to worry about someone you hardly know. Just seeing her at the same spot, same time, everyday pleases me.

At last, the flower holder is once again filled with red roses, probably one for each day of absence. The old woman sits in a wheelchair. She leans forward and gently dusts the headstone with a white handkerchief. The newly trimmed grass sends forth a delicate fragrance, and resplendent rosebuds blossom in the glorious morning ray. She looks peaceful and happy, like a maiden reunites with a long lost lover. Three days later, right next to the grave raises another headstone. On it writes: Together again, in heaven.

Aging is a natural process that we are powerless to resist. True beauty, however, grows beyond skin deep. The loving memories of a husband help his grieving widow survive countless lonely days. The affection and devotion they have for each other transcend time and space. The distance between lovers can’t be measured by any modern technology, and death does not signal the end. True love gives life to all living things on this earth, and it is the very source of ageless beauty.

The One You Love - by Glenn Frey

Final Words

Beauty lives in the eyes of the beholder. True beauty is the grace that you carry and love that you feel inside. It does not cost you a cent, only a sincere heart.

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    • Moon Daisy profile image

      Moon Daisy 6 years ago from London

      Reading this made me cry. A real love story.

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      Mrs. Menagerie 6 years ago from The Zoo

      This story is so beautiful and touching and sad. Thank you for sharing it with us. UP

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      Sinea Pies 6 years ago from Northeastern United States

      This was a lady who loved much.

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      kallini2010 6 years ago from Toronto, Canada

      The story is beautiful, even though I try to think what this lady felt and I feel sadness, more sadness than admiration.

      Everything is an illusion, a love from aside may appear beautiful, on the inside it might feel rather painful.

      Loneliness when we get older is ...

      I don't want to experience it. There is a Russian proverb "Don't get born beautiful, get born happy."

      Beauty is not necessarily a choice, happiness?

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      lavender3957 6 years ago

      Just beautiful!!!

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      visionandfocus 6 years ago from North York, Canada

      This is so moving and beautiful. You're right, we place way too much emphasis on beauty that's merely skin-deep, when true beauty is deep and fathomless.

      Thanks for sharing.

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      silentwolf 6 years ago

      That was a pretty powerful piece, it gives like a Romeo and Juliet vibe. very nice. well written.

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      Dreamlin 6 years ago from New Jersey, USA

      Thank you my dear friends. I appreciate your comments very much, and will bring you more love stories like this one in the future.

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      Simone Haruko Smith 6 years ago from San Francisco

      What a touching story. You're right; beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And there is nothing more beautiful than love!

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      Kate Spenser 6 years ago from Austin, TX

      This is such a beautiful and moving piece. I love how you are able to evoke such lovely images with your words. Rated up and beautiful.

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      India Arnold 6 years ago from Northern, California

      Wonderfully moving story Dreamlin. I can appreciate your cause; love certainly goes well beyond the boundries of body. Up and and shared.


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      Susan Zutautas 6 years ago from Ontario, Canada

      Beautiful story.

      I see a woman walking her little black dog down my street every day and she is always dressed in black, always neat as a pin, and wears a hat. I always wonder if she is in mourning.

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      Patty Inglish 6 years ago from USA. Member of Asgardia, the first space nation, since October 2016

      Thank you for this beautiful story. I've rated it and shared it with all my followers.

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      FloraBreenRobison 6 years ago

      What a lovely story. Real love is beautiful. I know what you mean about worrying about people you don't really know. Some of my neighbours I know quite well, while others I know merely by sight to say hello to them. But if anything happened to them, I would worry.