The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face, I Thought The Sun Rose In Your Eyes, And The Moon And The Stars Were The Gifts You Gave

--"The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face", Roberta Flack

for Breannie on her twenty-ninth birthday...

FORGETTING YOU
by E. Patrick Taroc

Should all the features of your face
Ebb now hastily from my mind
Till they were all smoothed away
To nothing but knolls of clay,
Each part would still possess their grace
Were with their meeting I to meet;
I would contend the artwork complete
For no flaw in them would I find.

Should all words of wisdom and joy
Be blown from us by the breeze
And among all the lands spilled
Till every household was filled,
Even silence could not destroy
The sense of bliss which would start
Once your voice headed to my heart
And for once unearthed its unease.

Even if nothing remains of you--
Not your dimples or how you dress,
Your boastful laugh or bashful tears--
The essence of you still appears.
Even if you were met anew,
We'd be as intimate as rain
Because my mission would remain--
Love you for life--no more, no less.

Copyright 2009 E. Patrick Taroc (02/22/09)

Yours Swimmingly,
mojo shivers