In the Faces of Love
In The Faces of Love
In the faces of love,
I have seen so little of life.
In the faces of love,
I have searched for expression,
and have yet to come away with an answer.
And it seems I have been,
turned away at last.
And the face of love
is a long-ago friend, last seen too many.
Seasons hence, but a sweet taste,
of friendship, lingers.
Like carved images of yesterday,
in the faces of the seasons of love.
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