Daydreaming of you has become my pastime
and I find it harder and harder to imagine a day
when I can’t see your face.
I’d miss what we have and wonder what we could’ve had.
Tender kisses and stolen moments, to be lost in your arms forever.
Your eyes that roam, your voice that sings…
neither mean more than your smile that brightens my day.
Your hands that touch and your tongue that caresses…
explicit, but still nothing compared to that infectious grin.
Your heart that loves and your mind that knows of my love for you…
don’t send the chills that smile surely gives.
I’m not ashamed to say what it does to me.
Because I love your smile…
I really do