There’s something about your face
That makes me want to laugh
In a kind of mean-spirited way--
Maybe the freckles half-obscuring your skin
Or the fluffy uni-brow
Perhaps also the distinct crook in your nose
They make me want to giggle and poke at you
Like a child fascinated by something ‘different’
I don’t know why, but I want to laugh
When I see your face.
There’s something about your face
That makes me want to kiss you--
The set of your jaw when determined to win
At Monopoly, perhaps that is it?
Or it’s that beautiful curious look
That slips across your face when catching sight
Of a new book that you’ve never seen before
It might be how stressed out you look before work
I don’t know why, but I want to kiss you
When I see your face.
There’s something about your face
That makes me want to shove you
Hard, into a trash can or maybe onto our bed--
Sometimes it’s your irritating way of always being right
Or maybe the tantalizing curve of your lips as you smile
It could be because you poke too much fun
Of this overly cautious, straight-laced girl
Who never does what you think’s really fun
I don’t know why, but I want to shove you
When I see your face.
Yet there’s something about your face
That makes me love you like it’s a requirement to do so--
And there’s no way to stop it
Whenever I see you, my heart misses a beat
Or two, or three, or even more if you’re touching me
Not even in a ‘special’ place, just a quick brush
Of our hands, or our lips, or even our elbows--
(Maybe not our elbows)
But there’s a constant river of electricity flowing between us
Wild, uncontrollable, but sweet and gentle and completely enamored with love
I love you, adore you, praise you, dance with you, poke you,
And love you some more.
I don’t know what that something is
But maybe it’s everything about you
All your flaws (though they’re not really flaws), mistakes, and successes
All your cute little nuances in speech and movement
You’re perfect, even though the meaning of perfection has been stolen away
By people who try to apply it to imperfect (not bad, just not you) things
I think I now know why I want to love you and why I do
When I see your face.