A Face in the Blurr


Will I know you when you arrive?

I have spent years being tricked and blinded

Will I be able to pick you out from the blurring crowd?

Twinkling eyes and warm smiles pull me in

But I have been left standing with my head spinning many times

Will I be able to hear your voice amongst the noise?

I have fallen victim to soft alluring tones and verbal chocolate

I will keep a place for you

Pondering the possibilities

By the time I am restored you will be here

I will be ready

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