There is something about you.

There is something about the way your hair falls into your face,
and your lips curve into a luxurious smile.

There is something about the way that I don't even know how these things appear,
but I can even feel the tender touch of your fingertips against my own.

There is something about the way that you speak,
it's almost as if I wish it were the only thing I could hear.

There is something about the way that you sing in your sleep,
or perhaps I am hearing what I want to think.

There is something about the way that I can't tell if you're real,
or whether I have imagined the perfect being.

There is something about you.