I love your eyes, your nose, your mouth
the stubble on your face
and that you’re too lazy to shave

I like the way you call my name,
how big your hands are
that mine was dwarfed by yours.

I love your scent, the way you hug,
how it feels so cozy and
how it isn’t awkward.
I love how you walk me to our house,
the way our eyes meet in a crowd
and you smile and I know that smile is just for me.

I love the way you text me when I’m sick
to make sure I’m okay, the way
I can tell you almost anything.

I love the way you asked me if I was okay
after you saw me crying and I love
how you let me vent to you.
But I hate how we’re both shy.
Please, give me a sign
or tell me at least, be brave
because I know we both feel the same.