Unlike a blind man who gets familiar with someone br by tracing his finger on the contour of one’s face, br I can stay all day looking at your face br - the fine lines on your forehead br - the lines under your eyes when skin folds whenever you smile br - the pout of your not-so-perfect lips br - the light stain in your teeth br - the unkempt hair when you rise from bed. br br Unlike a little boy who tucks with his mother’s hand br While towing inside a supermarket, br I can hold your hand and never get lost with it br - the pinkness of your fingertips br - the tired veins showing on the surface br - the folds of your fingers br - the lines on your palms br - the spot of dirt on you untrimmed fingernails. br br Unlike a stranger shrugging when bumped on the shoulder br by someone unfamiliar, br I can comfortably sit and brush shoulders with you. br - the creases in your elbow brushing with mine br - the subtleness of your skin br - the arms curled and palms clasped br - the comfort of your shoulder br - the sweet scent of your skin close to my nostrils. br br But more than the familiarity of your face, br The gentleness of your fingers, br The strength in your shoulder br br More than the fine lines on your face, br The warmth when we hold hands, br The sweet scent when I am near you br br More than looking at your face without speaking a word, br Holding your hands passionately br And sitting all day beside you, br br My soul aches to know you more.