Finding John Doe

The intelligence behind his word is what intrigued me most. The way he spoke let you know that he was passionate about what he was saying. I never learned his name, no but what I did do was remember his face. I mean how could I forget it. Green eyes that resembled emerald jewels, his hair slicked back in to a quiff of natural blonde, lips so plump and red you could almost imagine having them placed upon your own. What really caught my eye though, was how tired he looked, as if he hadn't slept in days because he was pondering over the sick children he's so compassionate about. After listening to him speak on and on about these kids that he loved even though he knew they were dying I knew, I would find this gorgeous man's name.