though she is smiling,
it is not at me.
she gazes upon me everywhere I go,
yet it is I who does the gazing
I know I cannot feel her skin,
but I touch it anyway.
although she is right in front of me,
I dont know where to find her
...and yet, I always know where to find her.
in my heart.
she knows not how I care for her,
because sometimes, her picture is all I have