the pushing clocks

i think once you fall in love with a face, you can always forget one.
shapes and contures don't last very long. nor do other bodily parts of a woman for that matter.

yet, i found myself falling for a person. the things unseen or seen within the vicinity of comfort.
the way one functions. like a clock - which we all take for granted. to look only when it's needed, but it's sound and mechanics from within make it all that is worth it's design.