What is it?

What is it you have that I can't take my eyes of you?
Could it be your eyes that tell me more than what your words can say?
Could it be your smile that takes my breath away?
Could it be your frown that makes me want to take your pain away...?
What is it you have that makes me just want to listen to your voice?
Could it be your whispers that seem so hard yet easy to understand?
Could it be your singing?
Could it be your jokes that crack me up all the time?
Could it be your sweet words that make me blush?
What is it you have that makes me so comfortable being with you?
Could it be your gentleness?
Could it be the way you take care of me?
Could it be the way you hold me when crossing the road?
Could it be the way you respect me?
What is it you have that makes everything okei, as long as I know that you're there?
Could it be the way you cheer me up?
Could it be the way you never give up on me?
Could it be the love you have for me?
What is it you have that makes me fall in love with you more and more each day?
Could it be just you?
Could it be meant to be?
Could it be the answe to all my "could it be's"???


You know what...


it could be... :)

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