How many faces do I see when I think of you?

How many faces do I see when I think of you? A snow shower of you, smiles, green eyes, soft hair, light and dry, cool and cumbersome like chilled white wine. In a glass. After a fight. Before we make up, make love.

We fell into each other like down in a pillow. My tears are for happy times, and for times I miss you. So I see your face in everything, in everyone that resembles "my sweetness", my end.