Known Unknown

Yes, with brows feminine in nature,

Lips beautifully tattooed in triocrome by nature,

And a frame nearly perfect in its own nature,

Any man born of a woman is bound to adore.

With a face that never seems to age,

And yet grows sweeter the more it's days.

You look like an amphibious entity.

What gives on the face is unknown.

Some childlike face with a smidge of lotus airy,

Little presence of hair, a few scars and an elfen ear.

A salient touch of nativity mixed with drab appearances,

Always looking attractive but uninterested.

With a figure smooth as glass, and a build firmly held.

Looks of samurai princess, shyly backed in evasiveness,

And yet gets the attention of peacocks.

You look like a veteran's Wesson.

Majority forget or ignore, a glint of mad in the eyes,

A splinter of rage in the head, and a rebellious blood.

A Heavy sense of right, blind sentiments and deletrious emotions, all swaddled through and out.

Like every other lotus, yet random and rare, 

A presence striking yet uncalling, a deafening silent gaze.

You look like a known unknown.