Dear, It's Your Face Poem by James McLain

Of all the faces here I have seen,
your face
is to me extremely, hauntingly.
But the difference in our age to me
would make a difference.
Your a high energy fire fly a light
that's seen in the dark.
Shaped in the form that it is,
it needs no further molding other than,
the salt and spray of the sea.
But I in my need,
I to need to be by the sea.
Verily thus
from whence I came, it's such I know
of your needs.