I love her.
With her dark brunette hair,
always down over her shoulders in cascading waves,
Or tied up behind her head so that I can see her eyes.
Oh, her eyes.
Bright and alluring and sweet.
Alight with a smile that compares only to the one on her lips.
And her lips.
Always tilted up in a bashful smile.
And one side always goes higher than the other,
But I don't tell her because I think it's cute, and I don't want her to stop.
Someday she'll kiss me.
Because I'll never be brave enough to try myself.
And the lips I love so much will touch mine.
I love her
For her hair and her eyes and her lips and her mind,
Which is logical, but with a hint of romance and a vast imagination,
An artistic eye and a sweet, flustered girl just beside that.
And I love her.
I love her so much.