Why do I smile?

 

Why are you smiling he asks?

Because I am happy I reply…

And he asks, why are you happy?

I see my smile reflected in his eyes

And can hear something different in my sighs

Can feel how much he cares in his touch

God, I want this man so much

I think of him and my phone will ring

And he didn’t even want anything

Just to talk to me, to hear my voice

I know when he called me he made a choice

And that makes me smile

He wants to be with me for a while

Conversing together, not about the weather

Real conversation, with contemplation

Hitting on a topic that’s not myopic

And knowing that if one of us interrupts the other, there is value in the comment so we stop to listen

Damn, did his eyes just glisten?

He makes me smile

When we kiss I close my eyes as our lips touch, finding each other naturally

I feel a chemistry

A positive reaction taking place in my body that causes so many things to happen on such a grand scale that it’s incomprehensible!

Leaving the only solution to this equation readable on my face

That can be verified, leaving no room for misinterpretation

It’s evident what’s happening…

I’m smiling again...    :-)

I can remember a time when people always asked me why do you smile so much

And my reply was always that      I   just   smile

Being a positive person is part of who I am and that reflects on my face

Right now I have a different sort of grace

And a new kind of smile upon my face.