Don't know what to think
When he looks at me
The way he does;
It could be love
It could be lust.

His eyes shine bright
And I like to think
That that's because of me
Or for me and only me,
It could be anything
It could be dust.

I take him with my eyes
And drink him with my soul
His flavour sweetens with every sip,
I keep craving him more and more.

He could be in love
Or he could be wrong
He could be singing
Some other song.

Don't know what makes his
Lips rhyme,
Too afraid to learn
That it could be different from mine
He can sing anything he likes
As long as he vows to stay mine.

The way he holds me
Makes me wonder
What if he could be mine
To hold forever?

I could devote stanzas
On his every quirk and feature if I could
From the gap in his teeth
To the crinkle of his nose
To the flip of his hair
To his perfectly arched brows.
Or even his flirtatious smile
Or the light in his eyes
Or his hearty laughter
Or his innocent white lies.

Not a single word
Not a poetic line
Not a verse
Can do justice to his kind.

I think it's to do
With the way he looks at me
Like he does.
It could be love,
It could be lust
It could be anything
It could be dust.