Maybe I’m not attracted to your looks
But what’s inside your soul that shines through
The type of shine that makes you wanna look twice
Take a second glimpse, and really just soak it all in.
Maybe it’s not the way you walk but the way you hold yourself
The attitude and sharpness of your movement
The way your hips move with purpose
The gentile being of you.
Maybe it’s not your voice but the crisp meaningful words that expel
The simple phrases that make me want to melt
Or the words that you can feel the emotion even with a poker face
The words you can feel in your veins, thriving through every inch of you.
Or maybe it’s all of it
All of the bits and pieces that make up you really truly make up you
Without them, it wouldn’t be you
And without you, I wouldn’t know what love is.
Maybe the kisses
were sweeter back then, or have
they just lost the thrill?
I stretch my hand forth,
attempting to bridge all of
the pain and regret,
to rectify with just a
simple brush of skin.
You tucked the loose strands
behind my ear and cupped my
face, smiling at me.
“You make me happy”
And in that moment, I could
not have asked for more.