For J.W. Thomas Tyrell Would you be shocked how swiftly I forget The beauty of your voice, and of your face? Your hair, your walk, your scent, your easy grace? It may be but a moment since we've met Since I have schooled my artist's eye to set Your image in my muddled mind someplace But you have something I can never trace That slips from me, like water through a net. This must be true, since every time we meet Some trait of yours entrances me anew Your voice - was it always so soft and sweet? Your eyes always that vibrant shade of blue? My dear, your loveliness is so complete It seems increased each time I look at you.
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