She walks in and looks around,
I can only tell by the way she turns her head.
She gets nervous and looks down.
Oh how I wish for her to smile instead.
I've spoken to her many times,
For minutes, hours, even days.
I ask how's she's doing and she says "fine."
But damn I wish I could just say...
She has no face, just a blank canvas,
But I've fallen for something else, something inside.
I wish to see her more, even on campus.
My love for her runs deep, it grows just like high tide.
One day I'll see her physical beauty,
But right now I don't care.
To make her happy is my duty.
She can't be sad because that I can't bear.
I hear talk of her physical aspects.
Hazel eyes, black hair, that's all I know.
Out of people loving her, I'm the prime suspect.
Guilty of having feelings for this faceless beauty... and they continue to grow.
