It isn't your discussion
That keeps me engaged
Yet rather the manner in which you take a gander at me
That causes me to feel continued
It's the bend of your lips
Also, the twist of your hair
T'is the entirety of the seemingly insignificant details
That make me stop and gaze
It isn't your knowledge
That attracted me near you
It isn't your comical inclination
That has tossed me all topsy-turvey
It's the hint of your hand
What's more, the contemplations in your mind
T'is the entirety of the easily overlooked details
The things that don't get said
It's not your distinctive history
That is made me experience passionate feelings for
It's not your cognizance
Of the world or what's above
It is your delicate disposition
What's more, the manner in which you grin at me
T'is the entirety of the seemingly insignificant details
That make me need to see
It's not when we are talking
That I need to know some more
It isn't while you instruct me
I realize what I'm searching for
It is the time we burn through alone
Furthermore, the time in absolute quietness
T'is the entirety of the easily overlooked details
That structure a solid coalition
It's not the employment you buckle down
That shows your actual duty
It's not your insane propensities
That give me incredible satisfaction
It is the manner in which you utilize your hands
Also, the manner in which I have been picked
T'is the entirety of the seemingly insignificant details
Why I realize sitting quiet is sometimes best
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