with smiles and grins
and littler things
and simple things
your acts and deeds
and just by being
and being so rare
…
with words and smiles
(yours goes for miles)
with a look i know
is meant to be
for anyone, really,
i think, but me
…
with warmth and charm
(as i wait for your arms
while others take their turn)
unintentionally,
you steal from me,
as i look on silently,
you reach in,
you take
my heart.

(or did i give it to you?)