Contemplating your smile


I like you.

The way you look at the ground, when you smile a real smile,instead of just a polite one.

The satisfied expression that peeks out, when you have said it, just right.

The way your hands drive your hair, into peaks and valley’s.

The quiet of your mind, as you consider, the best way to say, what cannot really be explained with words.

The silliness unexpected and sweet, that startles and confirms suspicions, long felt, about the nature of your private amusement.

The weary of you, shoulders tired from the leaning you offer.

The way you speak, the softness of your words, as you share your stories.

I like you.

I like you.

I like you.

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