Maybe Just A Glance

Do you like the way I look at you, even without you ever noticing?  You might not know that I’m doing it, but know that I am.  I love the way you look.  I know you might not believe it, but I truly love the way your face looks and how you make these cute little gestures and faces when you react to things.  Your eyes are very piercing, which I always notice when you and I are in the midst of conversation, as though you are so taken in by the discussions that we have, no matter what it is we happen to be talking about.  You are always in some state of happiness, which you can never hide because of your great, big smile simply won’t allow it.  The happiness that you exude is ever so contagious, because seeing you smile makes me smile in turn, even though I may not always show it.  A small part of me wants to believe that maybe I’m the source of your happiness, at least, maybe every now and then. 

This might sound weird, but I do check you out when you’re not looking.  I look at your features and even though I can’t explain it, I always seem to catch myself staring intently at your lips.  There’s a certain softness that I see in your lips, to where it makes me long to kiss them and experience you in a more intimate manner.  Being a man, I can’t help but see your curves, whether I’m close to you or staring at you from afar.  I know that the closer I happen to be to you, the higher the risk becomes of you catching me.  Maybe it’s this quiet and subtle game I play, where I want to see you and check you out without you noticing?  Have you seen me do this, Serena?  Have you?  I wonder. 

Either way, whether you intended for me to do it, know that I am looking at you because as corny as this may sound, I love what I see.