I have a face,
that you may see,
but it does not compare
to all my others.
Not one, not two,
not three, not four,
but many, many more.
And they are all for you.
Sometimes happy,
and other times sad.
Sometimes angry,
but most times glad.
Glad that I have you,
with my many faces,
as we’ll soon journey
to all the many spaces.
But I have a face
that I may show you —
not three, not four,
or countless more.