I see a face I almost think is yours
From some half-angle down and far away.
This apparition seemingly encores
A dozen times each ordinary day.
Each time I yearn to run across to you
Only to see, on second glance, I'm wrong.
And yet the next time I will want to too
You'd think I'd learn from this before too long.
Yet I can't help myself. Again I see
Another face that's almost yours, or seems
To share a something of you, and of me
For it's the face that haunts my waking dreams.
I persevere in seeing you because
Of all the joy I felt the time it was.
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