Changing Faces Poem by Robert Abok

A thought of you creates confusion,
A memory of you records no vision,
And these pictures and images keep flashing,
And I know not which to accept as the right person.

With exactness I can never know the timing
But with hope I'm sure we shall have some meeting,
We may neither shake hands nor have some huggings,
But in this life or the next I see something exciting,
When from the changing faces I'll get to know you without missing.