Spices

There's something about your smile that it keeps bugging me at night.

Is it the way your teeth shine, or your lips pursed so tight?

When your mouth opens, the words flood out like waves.

Pleasant to hear, calming my heart, your voice I continue to crave.

There's something about your eyes, that amazingly joyous stare.

Or maybe its the way you look at me that take away my air.

You hate they, you say, they're not cute, but to me they look heavenly.

They hold all your stories, your joyous memories, and bitter moments of folly.

There's still so much to know, and so much to see, and still oh so much to the story.

That you have and you hold in your cute almond eyes, from quiet nights to beach glory.

And would it be a pleasure to see it through, me and you, the lion and the balance.

I just wish you'll give me the chance, oh my sweet cute spices.