The One Poem by Gordon R Menzies

I know you, Dearest One,
you rose from the skin
of the ones before you
my endless faceless love
your hair dripped colour
drained its threads again
until its hue had changed
your eyes shimmered, as
when a forest pool catches
a single silver raindrop,
became something other
your lashes fell away
then bloomed anew exotic
and the scent of you here
and here, altered, but
is yet the same to me
your name is various
but my ears know it well
and it lives upon my lips
in a lingering sweetness

Still, I do not know you
by these things, but by
something else entire
these, are but the chalice,
bowl, and gilded plate
made to receive the
unending feast of my love
the same gold cast anew
hot from memory's furnace
and I know, will always
know, that it is only you