My heart skips a beat at a baseball cap
Or at a lone runner, dressed only in black.
Cool-colored curls trapped under a hat
Or tied, cascading across your back.

I’m a fan of mischievous smiles as well;
Glowing complexions put me in a spell.
Habits that show someone wants to rebel,
Or parting gifts during a quiet farewell.

Low voices with gravelly tones
Or pacing after you’ve picked up the phone.
Analytical gazes when something’s not known,
Contained frustration while sitting alone.

These features are lovely in others, it’s true,
But most importantly, they comprise you.