Just Might've tapped into your mind and soul, You can't be sure

 

It's in the way he looks, 

his eyes don't see everything, 

but what they do see they know,

better yet they understand. 

sometimes it's a hard gaze to fall under, 

and others it's all you can stand. 

It's in the way she carries herself, 

perfectly poised like a princess balancing a glass on her head, 

a fine one made of opulent crystal, 

filled with all. 

She never falters, 

out of a unique cocktail of dignity and fear. 

It's in the way he speaks, 

passionately and with purpose. 

Uninterrupted he'll let his words travel for hours, 

through my mind and yours and whoever else will listen. 

You will disagree often, 

as do I,

But you will never fault him for the proof he cares. 

It's in the way she listens, 

it's not quiet or contained, 

but interactive and with intention. 

she won't leave you, 

her mind will hook to yours. 

Then when you leave you'll wonder why you did. 

It's in the way she comments, 

always honest and always true. 

she doesn't care if they're unwelcome or rude, 

because they are nearly divinely tailored for you. 

and you will always forgive her attitude, 

because to doubt her would mean to hate you.

It's in the way she smiles, 

beaming with innocence and lacking in lies.

she smiles and so do you, 

and you start to believe that joy truly is infectious, 

she smiles and so do you, 

because why would you not?