Have you seen Maiden, Mother, Crone?

Close your eyes
Picture yourself
Tell me what you see
I see me
No, describe what you see
Me, short buzzed salt and pepper hair
weary eyes buried behind glasses
tense mouth framed by wrinkles
arms and legs with roadmaps of veins and arteries
middle and thighs heavy not yet fat
Still more broken than whole
He put his finger to my lips
I see your cute short hair
dark brown thoughtful eyes that mirror your soul
your huge smile that lights up your face
soft skin and curves
And a brilliant mind that is always searching and learning
I see a beautiful woman who is constantly growing
I see my love