Your hair is a sunset of magenta,

Outshined only by

Your vibrant personality.

Your eyes are darkened windows,

Where you let emotions out,

But never in.

Your lips are pouting ruby locks,

Hiding away

Words as precious as pearls.

Your skin is a pale canvas,

Which has become imprinted

Upon my mind.

Your gestures are so dramatic,

Drawing attention from all

While meant for only one.

Your image is a torment,

One so lovely

That after only one glimpse

I recall it

As clearly as my name.

Your name is unknown,

But I seek it ceaselessly,

Asking everywhere

Questioning everyone

But the source.

Your picture is mine,

And I hold it dear,

Keeping it close to me,

Drawing new hope because

Somewhere, you are out there.

I do not know who you are.

I do not know what you are like.

I do not know how you live.

I do not know where you are going.

I do not know why you pout.

I only know

That when I find you

I must know

Your name

Or I will know happiness

No longer.