Saturday, February 26, 2011

To Recreate

To see the faces as faces were,
how I learned to love them as they grew,
to see how I, so slow, came to,
and saw the hearts which promised truth.

To see those faces, still and sure,
or weeping for love's entrancing ruse,
no shame to your pretty face, but you
are prettier than your face's mood.

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