I like,
The way you smile,
How it starts from your dimples,
To the crescent of your eyes.
How they shine and sparkle,
With lots to decipher.
I like,
The way you walk,
How straight your back is,
To the stern look on your face.
How your footsteps can never be heard,
As you glide your way.
I like,
The way you talk,
How soft your voice is,
To boasting your white neat teeth.
How you would add a smile at the end,
Which soothes all problems.
I like,
How I'm able to watch you from afar,
How you'll never notice me,
As I observe you.