• To the unknown ,
    I hear tales from the elderly describing how beautiful love is how when u find the one u know and i honestly believe its tru but what i think they left out is the fact that love is anonymous

    I cant see her face or hear her voice but i know she is there
    i dont know how she looks or what she wears but she is my wife
    i've never seen her in a crowd ir been to her house but she is the reason i live
    i cant tell u where she lives or how she thinks be cause i dont know
    her favorite color is a mystery to me and her favorite food could be anything
    i dont know who her parents are or if she is a orphan all i know is one day she will come to me and i will be her husband