Face of a stranger

Yes, I have missed him.
The beauty in his face,
The love in his eyes,
And in the touch of his hands.

Yes, I would embrace him.
Yearning to be in his arms,
And to be delighted
By his joi de vive!

Yes, I would see him.
For his is a face of a stranger,
Appearing on the horizon,
Among the mist of a cold spring dawn.

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Made some changes to the poem.

Above is the updated version.