REPEAT? (repeat)

A complexion I know well
a coutenance, repeated
hair and eyes I can count on
remember.
serendipity is but a word
like tuscan fields are but perfect.
there is no comparison.
can you feel the drip, drop...
a thousand miles of aqueducts
a moment of silence
and your thirst, gone.
what more could you seek
when you've thus been satisfied;
but I, can I be so happy
with a reflection?
what words you've stolen to match your face?
what love to match your voice?
destiny is but an idea
and I
a slave... or a stolen glance
when dew strikes your eye
and you've forgotten, as I have,
moments gone by.