I asked you once, if I play a song or write a poem for you, will you dance for me?
That Friday evening, I didn't play a song or write a poem but you danced. You moved like a dream in your pink corduroy pants and stole my heart. Maybe, I had given it all away, long before I knew.
They say there's something about a woman that makes a guy fall for her. So will you believe me if I say there wasn't something at all about you? Will you believe me if I say it was everything about you? From that small green mole on your cheek to that ATTITUDE, from the way you crinkled your nose to the way you curled up your toes when you read the paper...I fell for you.
I wanna look into those brown eyes when I wake up in the morning. I wanna kiss you goodnight every night, before I go to sleep, with you in my arms. I can't wait to hear you sneeze so that I can take care of you and spoil you. I wanna kiss the nape of your neck when you wear your hair in a bun. I wanna see you with a flower in your hair.
Thought I could write something for you but all I can think of, are these lines by William Butler Yeats...
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
