I love the way you laugh, so full of joy,
I love your quiet slowly-spreading smile,
I love the way you lie against my chest
And sit half-dreaming underneath a tree.
I love to hold and kiss your open palm
And stroke it softly till I hear you sigh.
I love to kiss your forehead and your lips,
And even more the way you kiss me back.
And having said all that, if you should ask
If having said all that means I love you,
Well, I'm not sure. My mind is quite confused.
You feel so right it almost seems too good.
So much I see of you looks wonderful
That I can't help wishing that I saw more.