Faces, faces everywhere
Where's the face that spells- I care?
Cobwebs blank the vision of my mind,
I desperately search for the switch to rewind.
My cold face is reluctant to touch anyone else's face
It may be warm, but I run away in a hefty pace.
Years later, in the company of my tranquil mind,
a thought creeps in- Gosh! That face was warm.
Now, it's too late,
Being alone seems to be my ultimate fate.
Don't let this be your case,
Read carefully when you see the next face!!