The way

It’s the way you laugh with me
At the world and ourselves too
Silly jokes that make no sense
And people who really have no clue.

It’s the way you talk to me

The words form from imagination

I lose myself in your stories

Hang on your lips with anticipation.

It’s the way you listen to me

When I let go of emotion kept

Your eyes tell you feel what I say

All worry is carried away by you, swept.

It’s the way you look at me

Sneakily still but nonetheless sight

I steal each second I can to find yours

I float away in your eyes' glittering bright.

It’s the way you look for me

Beautiful with greatest of ease

No matter sport or evening out

My attention at once lock seize.

It’s the way you smell to me

Of divinity, gorgeous and grace

The scent of a human goddess

Speeds my heart but slows its pace.

It’s the way you touch me

Soft of touch though passion embrace

Your skin is addictive and I struggle

To resist such a beautiful face.

It's the way you make me feel
Feelings I thought long lost lame
When you are even only present
I want to make you feel the same.

It's the way you were created
Only ever to be you
God blessed this earth immensely
When gifting you He knew.