To see your face

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

I would embrace him,
The faceless stranger in my dreams.
Yearning to be in his arms,
And to see him clearly among the mist.

Hope springs forth,
In each sigh and smile.
When would I see you again?
The faceless stranger in my dreams.

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It's been such a long time since I wrote a poem.

How's the above for a rusty Science teacher?

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