You're showing me photos and telling me who you were and think of all the things you think about who you were and how you've changed. All I can think is "How sweet is your face"?
To fully circumscribe
the future you might face
we would have to forgive
some small disgrace
How sweet is your face?
Higher you aspire
the standard that you strivee
impossible to reache
and also feel alivee
How sweet is your face?
Pictures of a time
memories of what meant to you
emulsion on the film
Exposed by light laden with angelic hues
they all bounced off you
even if you didn't want them to
even if you didn't want to see them true
Pictures in your hand
recalling a kind of fortitude
We must fully conclude
You were not at all lost
given what you achieved
given the low cost
How sweet is your face?
Pleasure leads guilt
but undo all those knots
let what came before
braid into your plot
How sweet is your face?
Pictures of a time
memories of what meant to you
emulsion on the film
Exposed by light laden with angelic hues
they all bounced off you
even if you didn't want them to
even if you didn't want to see them true
Pictures in your hand
recalling a kind of fortitude
How sweet is your face?
How sweet is your face?
In pictures from before
I had you to embrace
How sweet is your face?
until she felt safe again
Pictures of a time
memories of what meant to you
emulsion on the film
Exposed by light laden with angelic hues
they all bounced off you
even if you didn't want them to
even if you didn't want to see them true
Pictures in your hand
recalling a kind of fortitude
A celebration of you. A countdown of 50 days to your 50th birthday. Some presents and surpises along the way. Some recognition of who you are and why I love the you that you are. Happy birthday season, BB. Thank you for letting me celebrate you.