His smile glistens,
like a tricky word barely rolling off the tip of my tongue
His eye shines,
as if the many other stars in the universe cannot compare

My smile stays plastered to my face,
I'd barely say a single word
I'd barely make a single noise

Yet his beautiful eyes still shines as it always does

With both hands cupping my face,
and his face twisted into a fake pout,
a terrible attempt to tickle my soul,
"I love you," he whispers.


I guess it's true—
opposites do attract,
in an unbelievably good manner.

**c.s wondering