I don't think she noticed, how my eyes lingered on her as she smiled at the tiny screen held up by her perfect piano hands.
Or how the day didn't exactly go as planned.
I wonder if she realized how I kept stealing glances at the angel kisses on the corner of her lips,
Or how when we compared our hands how it reminded me of an ever flowing eclipse.
An eclipse where she is the sun blaring out waves of cheerful bliss,
And I am the moon, wandering and craving a lunar kiss.
I hope she didn't notice the pounding of my heart,
Or how my nail polish ended up completely scratched off.
I don't really know if she took much notice to the heat radiating off our bodies,
As they pressed snuggled up against each other.
Along with my thoughts that enlightened when her head used me as a pillow,
She's such a darling.
I'm a love struck puppy with a beating nervous heart,
Who craved and loved the warmth of our arms linked against each other.
And though I didn't feel the touch or sense of our fingers intertwining with each other.
The thought leaves my pale skin red and cheeky.
I can already begin to fantom her expression and reaction when she wakes and reads
All the things on her, and of her that I see.
