New Love.

I used to picture what he
might look like;
I imagined him with dark black
hair and blue eyes, but now,
I'm rethinking...

Hair the color of the moon,
eyes like ice.
Yes, he's still taller, still
with long hair.

His smile is now quirky,
his laugh filled with mystery
but still kind.
He's not perfect; but who is?

His name is now common yet
old, hiding who he truly is.
His personality kind, though he
doesn't realize it.

He may look different than
what I'd imagined at first,
but to me, he is still
my Love...
Though he may be a new one.