Physical

I don't remember your voice.  I don't know if it has a low deep husk to it.  All I remember is your face.  But I haven't seen your eyes they've always been hidden behind your glasses.  I've seen your smile.  It's just how I remember.  But all you've seen of me is pictures.  All we know is physical.  And all I hate is physical.  I have to know who you are.  You say you love me but I'm not the only one.  I know what I need and you know what you want.  The trouble there is they are two different things.