~Monday, October 18, 2004

I hate it when you smile;
I notice the crinkles around you eyes--
and I admit to myself,
I know they're brown
with little flecks of topaz

Then I have to notice
that when you laugh, I see
the little gap between your two front teeth
And as my gaze trickles down your face,
I see the stubble;
you haven't shaved.

I have to look back up then,
because I'm staring at your lips--
they have little dips and swells;
it's too late though--
You saw, and now you're blushing

And yes, I know!
You say you never do...
but I can see the color rising;
first in your cheeks,
then to your ears;
the same way, every time.

I think sometimes you wonder
why I'm so quiet on the phone...
can I tell you a secret?
...as stupid as it is...
I like listening to your voice,
Southern drawl and all.

I know you rarely brush your hair
I know your favorite color is blue
I know you worry about me sometimes;
I worry about you too.

And see, I hate that feeling
since you're so far away--
I hate it more because it means I...
well, I love you.
That really scares me sometimes;
the way I light up when you're around...
the way a smile from you brightens my world,
and that when you look at me...
I want to hold you till my arms are sore

But, I love you anyway
through hell and heaven;
fear and pain...
laughter and longing,
but mostly joy.
I love you because...well, you're

You

You smile as I write this;
all I have to say--
as much as I love the sound of your voice...
Shut up and kiss me someday!