i wrote a poem…
his FACE is all that i can see
somehow
i can’t see him as the most attractive face
he doesn’t even have the most entrancig eyes
his features seem too ordinary
but everytime i turn around
i yearn to meet his eyes
and do not fail
my eyes sparkles
my mouth gasps
my heart aches
in it scars
the strenght of my longing
is just playing
images in my mind
for he is all around me
just ghost haunting me
with a smile that kept flashing
only on my memory
The Eclectic Miss 