Consider celebrities in all the glory,
then picture the present in a dated calendar.

Will you recognize,
might you surprise
that after years spent
through those famous eyes
that the two timelines you fixed familiar were lost apart and no longer similar.

You saved every memory with corresponding faces
and paved all decisions on those famous paces.
But it's been half a lifetime since their beauty shone bright, yet you claim this obsession and accept such lack of attention to letters you've written, for what?
Just think that in thirty, they'll all lose their flirty.
When stars age to an image no longer seen vital, should you really live life loving and dying to
idol the idle?