Wisps

Today, another small wisp rests
This time, to define your hair;
But nothing is sure in your face,
To me, atleast, that's true.
Many have whispered about you
And with those wisps of words,
I build and dream of how you are
But nothing is certain in you.

That vague face I watch today,
Built by the words of admiration;
Whispered by those, besides whom,
You played, stayed, lived and grew.
A day may come, a day when I-
When I can ensure those wisps myself
And I hope that day will come by
When I can finally meet you...