I am a man with many faces,
but I only have one heart.
I have been to many places,
but don’t know where to start.
When can I show you the face of my heart?

I have seen many faces,
but not one quite like yours.
I am typing these lines, letters and spaces,
as they are washed up on my shores.
When did I give in to your soothing force?

And while my heart is at many different places it still remains true,
its truest when I am with you.