i cannot pick you out from a crowd
for you are hazy in my mind
a generic figure could be to view
yet that is not you, that is not you

you are tall but short, small but stocky
with brownish-blueish-greenish-grayish eyes
and hair to compliment your smile
i hope you're smiling

i cannot visualize you
for you are better than i could ever imagine
but if i were to see you in a crowd
i fear my fantasy would be broken

i barely even know your faces
some i've seen in fleeting chases
yet in a moment, i realize
that what you look like doesn't matter

i cannot pick you out from a crowd
for you are hazy in my mind
but if i were to describe
the things i most like

one of them would be you.