We loved a person, and we loved a face.
Now both are somewhere else, not to return,
never to change. A picture takes their place.
Framed, smiling. In a kind of sacred space
it casts its benediction. Candles burn.
We loved a person, and we loved a face
Whose features fade. That kiss, that last embrace,
those parting words: all air. We canít discern
such details now. A picture takes their place.
Hurry and loss and time have set the pace
and pipe the tune. We pause, but barely yearn.
We loved a person, and we loved a face,
Oh, loved them past all telling, knew the grace
conferred by love, beyond what love can earn;
touched Paradise. A picture takes their place,
And doesnít. Nothing does. We dust the case,
put back mementos, gradually unlearn
we loved a person, yes, and loved a face
consigned to dust. A picture takes their place.