Faceless Love

There's something going on inside of me.

I'm in love with someone I cannot see.

I have never seen his face before,

But yet I wait for him at the door.

I see him every night in my dreams,

But his face is faded or so it seems.

Sometimes I think of how he might look.

You won't believe how many hours it took!

Sometimes I think and even dare

To dream of the fashion of his hair.

Sometimes it's curly and sometimes it's straight,

Sometimes in a ponytail and sometimes in braids.

His skin is always caramel or brown,

And his face never bears a frown.

My love is for a mysterious man

And someday I hope to hold his hand

And walk into the setting sun

After our wedding has ended and our future has begun.