Would you still love me?

Would you still love me if time stole my face?

If my body grew softer, if beauty lost its place?

If the weight returned, if youth slipped away,

Would your heart still choose me at the end of the day?

So I wanna live in the gym like it’s somewhere to pray, 

Chasing a version you’ll never throw away.

Each mirror’s a warning, each flaw is a thief,

Stealing my comfort, feeding belief.

The monster inside says love has a price,

That beauty is borrowed, not given twice.

So tell me, my love, when my looks finally fade…

Will you still choose my soul,

or mourn what age made?