It’s in the way your mouth curves, a slow and crooked line,
A smile that doesn't try to be, but makes the world feel mine.
The "crush" was just a picture, a glossy, perfect view,
But love is in the clumsy grace of everything you do.
I watch the way your eyes ignite when you’re about to speak,
A secret sort of mischief that makes my spirit weak.
And when you say those silly things, the thoughts you don’t disguise,
I find a deeper universe reflected in your eyes.
It’s not the grand or sweeping words that tether me to you,
But the earnest, quiet look you give when you aren't trying to.
The flutter turned to something thick, a heartbeat strong and slow,
Because the more of "you" I see, the more I need to know.
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 1:27 AM UTC
It’s in the way your mouth curves, a slow and crooked line,
A smile that doesn't try to be, but makes the world feel mine.
The "crush" was just a picture, a glossy, perfect view,
But love is in the clumsy grace of everything you do.
I watch the way your eyes ignite when you’re about to speak,
A secret sort of mischief that makes my spirit weak.
And when you say those silly things, the thoughts you don’t disguise,
I find a deeper universe reflected in your eyes.
It’s not the grand or sweeping words that tether me to you,
But the earnest, quiet look you give when you aren't trying to.
The flutter turned to something thick, a heartbeat strong and slow,
Because the more of "you" I see, the more I need to know.
