Have you ever forgotten the feel of my face.

Have you ever lost the last kiss that you left on the trace of my lips.

The impression on time and mind of the beauty that you have left without regret.

Have my eyes forgotten that smile, will you remind.

Have my fingers missed the feeling of your spine, grasp my hands and bring back the time.

Love has a way of building the memories into a beautiful house so refinded.

Mind has a way of taking those thoughts into the windows of the eyes and placing them on a plaque in the library of memories.

Sense has a way of getting lost in the essence of time, taking the beauty of one kiss and relinquishing the taste and touch away from my mind.

Although the senses forget the preception of you, my heart and mind help me to want nothing more than to have you in these arms next to my body lines.

Please forgive my senses for letting the sweet kisses and touch of your face become a victim of time, but my mind will guide my hands and lips over the spances of time.

My love for you grows strong through ever second, minute and hour of time.