I am blind; I cannot see. <br />I touch my face. I wonder... <br />How do I look like? <br />I move from my neck to my jawbone. <br />It's high and angled; I must look elegant. <br />My lips are full, and ears are right. <br />I stroke my cheeks: no bumps, no blemishes. <br />Finally, it satisfies me. <br />My love comes, confirms and says: <br />'Hey beautiful.'<br /><br />Cheryl Cheng<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/face-16/
