If I Could Only Tell You
I love the way you look at me,
Especially when you don't know I'm looking back.
I love how you smile,
It brings a grin to my face,
Even when I'm at my lowest point.
I love how you always laugh at my jokes,
Although I'm hardly ever trying.
With every sweet word you speak,
My skin just melts off their bones.
I love how you're always happy,
And how when your're not,
How I'm the only one you want to talk to.
The way you touch my arm,
While you're just trying to wb closer two me,
I may back away and ask what you are doing,
But that's all a show,
Deep down inside, I never want you to stop.
And now if I could only tell you this.
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