Unaware

Maybe you don't know,

The way your eyes shine.

The way your hair sticks up,

Like you just don't care.

 

The way your hand in mine,

Makes my stomach flip.

And your smile,

That you just love to share.

 

You seem totally unaware,

That all these things

And more

Are the reason

 

I love--

The way you look at me,

And to play with your hair.

To hold your hand,

And to kiss your lips.

 

And most of all.

 

To call you mine