A Familiar Face

Why is it that love, of what they speak, is never a true glee?

Bringing fear and pain, It never comes alone.

And it never tells you when they come,

On a random day you will feel restless out of nowhere,

Then on the other day you will start liking flowers, for why do I know what a marigold is?

My friends say that these things happen when someone is in love,

Maybe that will explain the arrival of the familiar face,

A face I see everywhere, in a movie, in a book,

In a song, in a street and even in my dreams.

I painted a painting of the one a thousand times,

Yet my hands are unable to grasp what my eyes see.

I listened to a thousand of love songs,

Yet the one where I hear nothing but her weird voice is my favorite.

I see a thousand faces everyday, but when I close my sight,

All I see is one, the one who doesn't know of my true intention.

And When she smiles, I stop smiling,

When she laughs, I smile. Like an idiot, of course.

How would I know the difference between a spell and love?

I only know from what I have read in books,

Seen in movies and listened to in songs.

I walk alone most of the time, which is what I like to do,

But now I want to walk the longest road,

With the one with the weird voice and the familiar face.