Maybe it was the smell of
roses in the air, or his smile
that shines delight and fair.

Maybe it was his laugh
or the brown-leathered
jacket he wears,
or the black boots
he likes so much.

Maybe it was his hand,
the delicate sensation
when it touches mine,
or his shiny eyes
when I tease him
too much.

Or maybe, maybe
it was his whole soul
and existence
that warms my heart.