Her desire to look beautiful

Oh! how much she'd change over the years
her body almost like a loose bag,
swollen and inflated with age.
Everyday she'd caress her snowy settled tresses,
mold them graciously with her ever shaky hands
and smile she did
exaggerating her faint farrowed face,
smile she did
looking at her unmatched shape.
Her laugh disclosed her devoid aperture,
the laugh men craved for years back
Alas! it became her unparagoned lack
but she was a woman of no reluctance,
It never really ended, remnant
her desire to look beautiful.