Faceless
We have been talking for almost 2 months
And yet I have not seen the lips of which your words flow through.
I listin to you as if I have know you for years.
But I can't see the hair you play with when you talk.
I always say the sweetest words.
And I am still searching for the ears that they enter.
I long to gaze deeply into your sprit.
But when I look there's no door. Your eyes I can not see.
You say I make you smile a lot.
As I lift my had I am disappointed to not see your dimples.
So I state to you this.
I like you for who you are.
But to me you are faceless right now.
This poem was written by Dan Finlayson on Feb 14, 2006.
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reading your poems anmd enjoying them you have a nice talant.