You make me smile, a real smile, too,
Not just one of those forced ones.
The kind of smile where the edges of my eyes crinkle up,
Where my lips stay soft, and my cheeks get taunt
In the space around my mouth.
You make me laugh, and while it's not big deal
It's a golden thing because you always laugh with me,
And your laugh is a gift from above.
Your face makes me happy,
Truly genuinely happy, like I've never known.
It may not be perfect to others, but to me
It makes the week days all worth it.
I like your little nose, and the way it crinkles when
Your face shows any emotion.
I love your eyes, because while they are guarded
They tell a story like none other.
I love the way our glasses clink together,
When our faces are close together.
Goddess above, I love being close to your face
Because it means I am just the much closer to kissing your beautiful lips.
Your soft, thin lips that smile and smirk,
Both demur and flamboyant in the best of ways.
I love the way the feel against mine;