The cracks in her soul are visible now on her skin, and she always seems she’s about to cry, or maybe her eyes just tend to frown… Her and her hooded eyes.
And her voice, once so angelical, is now cracked and not-so-good, the curves her dress does not accentuate are always present, morning, night, and noon.
She does not make you smile anymore, but she does not make you cry. (Emotionally) She doesn’t make you… anything.
But somehow, still… you love her, because deep down in your soul, you believe your wife is someone you should love.