It's the way she smiles,
that look she has when shes angry,
the way the wind plays with her hair,
the mannerisms of her hands,
the soft spoken way she sings.
It's the way she laughs,
those soft lips she wears,
how she tickles your neck with her nose,
the scent she leaves in your car,
the really dry jokes she tells.
It's because of me,
I made her that way,
helped her grow and let her go.
Its called hunger
because she'll never be satisfied,
with loving every person.