high heart
Written 3/7/2024
Your face is not your own,
Or so some people say.
It belongs to the one you loved
From a life so far away.
The past remains upon you,
The beauty shown outside,
And though you may not know it,
Your face was once your pride.
The one you loved never left,
And though you may have wept,
Their faces continue to remain.
So my dear one, don't cry about your flaws
For your face was once your lover’s.
Treat it kindly with a smile,
And even if you don't remember their name,
That love you had can still remain.
pine aspen