' the Face of Love '

Will I Recognize… The Face Of Love? Or the Wonderful, Bedazzled Appearance of: A Moon-kist Meadow, Hushed and Dark A Solitary Silhouette, this Beauty Mark, Windswept Grasses, like a Babe’s Soft Lashes Rippling across Earth, that’s smooth as a Cheek. In the Hushed and Flowery Scented Air… Your Face of Love Materializes, Silvery, Full The Face of Love … is Unforgettable. From the Face of Love … Will I Withdraw? The Face of Love without Any Flaw; As a Canopy of Clouds with the Splendor of Sunbeams Piercing past the fluffy powder of Heaven, to Radiate Gleams A Classical Cameo-Sculpture, Perfect Profile Structure Yea… in the Bright Beacons, I see Your Smile In the Illumed, Clear Sky, ‘Your Face’ Can Love’s Face be Touched … Attainable? The Face of Love … is Unforgettable. The Face of Love … I Have Visualized, Potent, Breathtaking, The Vision Rised; From a Sunlit Lake, Winking as Would Diamonds. Your Face of Love, Emerging from Far Beyond The Depths of the Lake, as My Heart Quaked, because of the Wavering Portrait’s Peace because of Water-Color Caresses. That Face of Love, was so Tangible. The Face of Love … so Unforgettable The Face of Love … has Gazed Upon Dreams of Mine, the World’s Not Known … Out of the Woodland’s Emerald Mist With Drops of Dew, Love’s Face Kissed The Framing Boughs; My Relaxed Brow. Floating… Breathing out the Mist of Morn Light That I may Sketch Your Face of Love, in Life. The Face … More Handsome, than Sons of the Womb, is Possible… The Face of Love … is Unforgettable (For A Medieval-Tongued Poet, I Found Here at The Soup... Ismael Nieves, this one's for you Kiddo Mistress MoonBee