Look at the way she laughs
The way she looks back when she smiles
To make sure she's putting on a good show
Her grace
The way she wears that lace
And the way I run my right hand down her spine
Then she turns around to make sure I still look at her the same
It's a constant battle of perfection
Every move is a calculated selection
Who knows when she'll realize I love her
All of her
Not just the time she rubs her fingers through my hair
Or the times she stops and stares
Then gently kisses my hand
And even when she laughs so hard she is unable to stand
Then of course she latches on to me
That's the moment that nobody can see
How wonderful is it to grasp something so precious
A love so infectious