Day 3: Skin, Prose Poetry, Internal Rhyme

Sometimes I know that you are there, other times I do not dare acknowledge your existence.
The youthful beauty we once had I didn’t value and that’s so sad now that I know different.
But then that’s life, we come to know that beyond the skin our wisdom grows and even glows.
As we shine through other channels unseen to those who only value surface onlooking.
I am so deep that, you will never see, the extent my skin embraces me,
Much more than any single sense can tell about my life, a joy or hell.
But one thing that I now know and love is how I feel beneath this glove
A perfect fit my closest friend, memories are ours that only we, will cherish til our end.