I have yet to know his name 
but I know his face 
I know his slim features 
and his blue as the ocean eyes
his scruff of fuzz 
he claims is a beard 
his chiseled face it clings to
I know him from the top 
of his crown of dark brown hair
to his dirty Converse low tops 
I know he carries a degree in art 
but loves to write 
I know he loves cooking and Bluegrass music
He can take your breath away on the dance floor or in the kitchen
he visits me often when I think about 
who is next in my life 
I have had his picture in my mind for a very long time
he is out there 
and I have nothing but time to wait