It's not something in the way you move. If i didn't know what it was, I'd feel silly.
It's everything in the way you strut for me, that walk along the tree roots that finds its way glancing back at me over shy shoulders.

I find it in the way you talk to me, reminding me I mean something to someone who speaks with the subtlety of a star. Muffled in soft lamp light.

I think it's always been in the way you sing, and how you send subtle vibrations through the air to become one with the reverb from guitar strings.
The way you make fine lines dissappear and melt into me, the way your angel kissed fingertips glaze my skin with touching lullabies.

It must be in your toes, that glide over my shins under warm blankets.
It's in between us, when we lie so close, not something that holds us apart but a warm magnet that pulls our heart beats closer to sync.

It's got to be in the way you laugh, that makes me laugh.
And of course it's in the way we laugh together.

It's in the soft giggles of rainy Sunday mornings, opening my eyes to your glow.
It's in the way sun light kisses your skin, and the way moonlight kisses your soul and lights you up.

Goose,
It's not just "something" in the way you move. It's all those pretty details in the way we hold each other, that pulls passion from patchwork memories and interwoven breaths.
It's in the way we hold each other, that makes it feel like our heart beats are trading stories with each other, matching tempos and beating reverie from our thoughts to our lips.

I know what it is. And I've only tipped the iceberg.
It's in the secrets we share,
That are always there.
Like our favorite stars,
Always and Forever.