Is it the long, dark, curly hair
Or that I lose myself in the depth of your eyes as you stare.
Maybe its the beauty in your face when you smile,
Even if sometimes its only for a little while.
It could be all in the confident way that you walk,
Or in that cute accent you have when you talk
Conversely, the root to my feelings may be on the inside
Your passion, your drive, your love for anything outside,
Your expression when you laugh out pretty hard
Even the way you droop your face a little when you're sad.
And how peaceful you look when fast asleep, Probably dreaming about some fancy food to eat.
In the end of it all, I'm confused, no clue about you
Your lips say you don't like me but your actions say you do.
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