When we watch TV
And your hand is placed
On my knee,
Drawing lazy circles

With your finger tips,
I'm looking over at you and
Examining the outline of your lips,
The way they part when you exhale

And the way they're thin
And small and especially divine
When they crack into a grin.
I'd rather they find mine.

I like looking at you
When you aren't looking at me
Because I've always thought your profile
Is so very lovely.

I enjoy the way you look
When you're focused on the TV-
You're natural, comfortable, at ease
And as captivating as you'll ever be.