How does my poem sound?

[Chazzle]

I raise my hands up to my cheeks
And touch the soft skin underneath.
My face feels old, tired and weak;
Fragile as a dying leaf.

My mind whirls back to days long gone,
When you were mine, and I was yours.
Who knew how our love would rage on;
A desperate, bloody, empty war?


Please give honest opinions and thanks! xx