Every time I approach you, you glance up.
I pretend not to notice.
When I talk to you your smile gets wider, your eyes brighter.
You try to hold back your grin, but I know better.
And though you try hard not to show it, I see it.
I usually do the talking, but we both do the laughing.
You can't help it.
And when we part ways we both pretend nothing's happened.
But the next day I try again.
I approach you, and you glance up.
Don't worry, I always notice.
Every time.