It starts with your grin and then the rest follows
The moon hiding in your pupils has been the last thing I’ve been seeing at night before the evening tucks us in.
Your eyebrows are the friendliest pair just the right companion to suit your pronounced nose.
I fall into the depths of those depressions framing your mouth; after all, you smiled at my every quirk.
Your porcelain teeth, your fruitful lips where words come out to illuminate up the entire city.
Everyone wants to listen, but you never gave them a chance to understand.
I can go on and on like ampersands.
I am drawn.
You drew me.
I don’t ever want to be erased.
