A thousand faces, a thousand places

A thousand faces, a thousand places, a thousand times I see them

None come close to evoke what I feel for you.

How you stumble upon words, and then say what you have to.
How you murmur to yourself things before saying them out loud.

How you shy away and become self conscious when I make fun of you teasingly.

I came to you, full of sorrow and a heavy heart, 
Your touch was the cure to all my ails.

And I am now happy, until I part from you, for I long for you again.