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