I never dared ask for it, to see this face renewed, making
afresh the face I knew , still potent, still possessed, even when I know it is
not in the flesh, a face I can update in my brain from faces past, and know I
still feel about this fresh face lasts, a gift I did not expect to get, yet
gratefully accept, and will not give back, not daunted or lessened by time, as
vivid as it had been, a face I keep in my heard and heat as if in a locket,
amazing how much the same I feel as I did in elder days, this treasure I thought
I’d never find, will keep inside, even if unrequited, as wonderous as a wild
flower be, even if I am mistaken in believe she put it there for me.
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