To All Those Faces... Poem by George Price

To all those faces I have loved
Or held so far or near
Forgetfulness is but a lie
We tell to keep away our fear.

If I tell you tomorrow
I cannot see your eyes;
Your face is always in my vision,
My words are nought but lies.

And if you came upon me
Stood as if you saw me not
We both know you know my eyes,
Your love has not forgot.

Oh those faces I can see
That I've loved from far or near
Forgetfulness is but a lie.
Remember that, my dear.