A Great Man Overseas

It was not more than three months ago, When I met a loving soul living far away from me, A loving soul of a great man you all may know, Yet, what a shame! His face I never got to see, Alas, I fear not recognizing him although, One day, he might pass me by in the streets, He is LOVE, And love is he, For every time I see a scene of friendship, The thought of him comes to me, I always spend hours wondering how he looks like, His hair, blonde or brown? Does our age difference prevent us from being alike? Is he really humorous, a hilarious clown? His eyes, brown, blue, or green? Excuse my many questions, I am just young and so keen, Does he always wear a frown, or an everlasting smile? Is this long wait for meeting him worthwhile? Yes, as crazy as it may sound, Although your imaginary presence lingers around, One day we shall dwell, In this world of ours, and have a long walk, a long talk, and I'd tell, You stories about me of what you've missed, Yes! - I'd bore you with my tales you'd forget, All about the pain, and get well, My dear, my loving, Tom Bell…