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.