The hidden candies on the top shelf

I don’t even know anymore how you’re supposed to look like.
I’ve painted you so many times in my head,
but with each sunrise
you got stubborn to take another shape.

But I know you must have gentle eyes
which go dark at hard
and they light up at too much good

I know
that you must have a warm and deep voice
of an invisible armies commander,
the same voice that vibrates in me
when you whisper in my dream!

I know
that you must be one head taller than the rest
just enough to see you in the crowds
and to know that there is no more loneliness for me
with one head taller than the rest
just enough to make me got up on my tip-toes like a child
who tries to reach the hidden candies on the top shelf

I don’t even know anymore how you’re supposed to look like.
But I’ll recognize you at first sight.