My Poetry

~Thirty Seven~

It was never just his looks, or his intelligence, or his humor,
It was everything about him all together. 
It was the smile he gave,
Whenever he won a bet or a game. 
And it was the way his dimples shone when I caught his gaze.
But most of all it was the way he smiled at me when I was sad or far gone,
And that smile made my day. 
It was all the small things he did,
And all the things he said,
That made me fall in love with the boy I'd known since I was ten.