I am no longer the Atlas she knew,
age has has tempered that hew!

Yet, somehow she over looks my aging frame
and Loves me as I am!

Time has worn this tired soul
well beyond my mortal control,

still she admires what I have become,
not for the parts, but rather the sum.

And I, I look to Venus for all that is good,
she gives me more worth, than I ever could.