I love you when you're you. I love watching when you don't expect,
My eyes observing every inch of you, Like the lovely spots upon your neck.

Those beautiful nails upon your fingertips, And the adorable spot beneath your eye.
I love the tired face after you yawn, And how your beauty shines when you don't try.

I love watching you bite your finger nails, And as you play with your glistening hair.
I love spectating your every actions And how you act when I'm not there.

I love when your bangs cover your face, and then how you casually lift,
Your delicate right arm to uncover those lovely gazing hazel gifts.

Your eyes are capable of euphoria that can put happiness in the air.
Or can cause pure devastation, all in one simple glare.

I stare in fascination with each movement that you make.
Your very existence steals my breath away, and delivers more than I can take.

I love watching your lips call me Baby, and hearing your voice when you say it.
I want to let you know how I'm crazy for you in words, but Idk how to convey it.

So I write down these feelings, Just to give you a tiny view.
Of my utter fascination with simply everything you do.

So when you catch me staring, It shouldn't be a surprise.
I'm just making great use of my vision, by loving you with my eyes.