It's not about knowing I want you
It's deeper and slower
cleaner and brighter
It's a smile when you smile
and a laugh when you giggle
It's buying you roses
and writing in cards
and wondering what you'll do
when I give them to you
It's hearing your voice whisper quietly
and watching your eyes
as you gaze at your work intently
I imagine the softness of your palms
as I trace your lifeline, your love line
and the smallness of your fingers outstretched
as my hands course over them in curiosity
It's about meeting you for the first time
and catching my breath in a throat gone dry
and knowing, and feeling, and hoping
and wishing that it's you.