To my unknown love

Nope!
I definitely have not met you
but I know the color of your eyes;
Green for when you're calm
Blue when you're about to cry
hazel when you dance,
and Brown when you're almost bored:
all colors of the rainbow maybe
but of this I am certain,
Your eyes reflect all injustices
I one day hope to amend.

Your voice is an echo of all the great things
I will one day say:
A tinkling glacial stream when you're excited,
A sighing soft breeze when you're tired
And silk, when you're....well.... especially playful.
Your voice is a great raging river behind a dam
gathering experiences

And your hair is red... red as my heart
so I pray for you,
pray for you clean white hands.

AR