Oh man..

Even though I just spent hours
Studying your face and watching
The rise and fall of your chest
As you laughed at jokes I was afraid to tell,
I miss you.

The way your fingers trace
Against your leg when you talk
Tells the story of your heart.
I listen as closely as I can
To hear the whole picture.

The curve of your lips
When you look across the river
At the city is art.
Because only intelligent design
Could create the beauty of your smile.

Kissing you could end wars.
As if you were the queen of a foreign
Land conquering my face with
Passion and a fire unlike
Anything I have ever seen.

Sometimes you know
In an instant what song
Someones soul sings.
If you are lucky it will
Sing the same tune inside you.