Without eyes to judge,

Without lips to gossip,

With no nose to smell defects.

His hands as soft as a gentle dream.

Third persons try to get in,

But the faceless man is already destined to be.

Yet only in the heart of my dreams.

Discovering the truth of a man,

I wonder if I’ll ever get one to hold my hand.

Will God interfere in my soul?

My tastes are all in his will

**_-Joselyn Cervantes_**