He has a face that would break your heart

Ageless and unyielding

It turns from rocks to water with his smile

And makes your eyes well up with the sincerity of it

I find it too easy to love people

At a glance I can see his furrowed brow

Means we could read in bed

His tussled hair means

We could do other things there

And while I will never hear his voice

Or touch his hand, I know

He voice is deep and dark like a cool cave

On a hot day

And his hand is rough but light on the things

He loves

No one will ever know that I write love poems for them

And my heart will break on every beautiful face

And the story I will never hear