I am blind; I cannot see.
I touch my face. I wonder...
How do I look like?
I move from my neck to my jawbone.
It's high and angled; I must look elegant.
My lips are full, and ears are right.
I stroke my cheeks: no bumps, no blemishes.
Finally, it satisfies me.
My love comes, confirms and says:
'Hey beautiful.'
Cheryl Cheng
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/face-16/
