The call of my soul

There are some whom i recognise
By their faces, or pretty eyes.
They are the ones who pass by,
Without much more than goodbye.

Then there are those I identify
By a voice, a profile, they beautify
every place they're in, but they,
are ones to whom I have little to say.

Them they are, whom I connect
To smiles, laughter, in introspect.
I enjoy greatly their company,
They colour my life, in symphony.

The more precious ones I associate,
With serious talks, when I can relate,
Just what I think, and ever it seems,
They're always there to fill my dreams.

And few there are, whom I realise
Are far more worth than I surmise.
They're beautiful souls, works of art,
Forever, forever a part of my heart.

But you, whom I never dared
To look in the eye, I was scared,
To see you both come and go, so I do
Notice your arrival by your shoe.

For ever I saw it standing,
By mine, or on the landing.
Like it and hate it, I so do,
I recognise you by your shoe.