I miss the contours of your face, the way
Your smile quirks up at the end, and how
You aren't symmetrical. The shadows play
Across your face in ways unmirrored now
By bland emoticons in gchat. Eyes
Are neither dots nor commas. Colons fail
To do you justice, and the symbol lies
That claims to represent you, like the grail
Made beautiful with gold and gems. Your face
Is far more beautiful than any icon,
And all your added quantity of grace
Lies deep beyond even the grasp of Nikon,
Much less mere symbols, generally drawn:
Yet on such symbols I, for you, still fawn.
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