Epitomical Angel
Your face,
Your lips.
The little mole upon your hip.
A hidden ring,
The sparkle in your big brown eyes.
The magic in your parted thighs.
So much of you I do recall.
But of your name,
Not at all.
What's that speak of me?
When I look in the mirror,
Whom do I see
When i look at myself,
What do I consider?
Just why,
Can't I remember?
You did so very much for me.
And,
You did it all for free.
Without any expectation.
But i can't remember,
Your information.
Without you,
I might have perished.
And always will,
Your memories,
Be cherished.