facepoem

Your face is a poem. 
Not one of these, dashed 
off on the daily-duly 
in quest of quality 
through quantity, 

but a poem conceived 
in childhood. Tended 
and sprung by pillar
and beam in edits 

of years, growing 
ever so clear, 'til 

we met. 

And I realized,
ah, duh.

She's here.  

I never had need
to do all that work!
Which was just coming
finished when you
leapt up, came out,

stepped in.
And the poem
was through.

Haven't thought
of it since, since
you made it 

redundantly

true.