You have this smile,
carefree, but sincere
so revealing
like as if there's just that
little bit more sparkle
in your life.

You have this way
of looking at me
when you want
me to see that you mean
what you say when you say
that you're mine.
Your eyes are intense
and unblinking,
just staring straight at me
so that I understand.

You have this touch
so close and warm
that even when
we're just kidding
it seems like something more
than just two people acting
just like friends.

You have this way
of convincing me
that you want me
when sometimes I'm afraid
that you don't.
I'm afraid that you're
going to hurt me
like the others have done.
But you don't.
You smile at me,
look at me,
touch my hand
and tell me we're fine.
And we are.