I like the way you see things
And often times I wonder how it would feel like to see the world right through your eyes
The way midnight strikes in your heart
And the way your mind hatches with thoughts at 3am
The way words unravel the secrets behind your inaudible laughter
In the wee hours of the morning
When everything is still and silent
And all thoughts have not yet been taken
And maybe, even at a glance, the way that you see me too.