I can't get enough of your expressions.
Each face teaches me a lesson.

I'm always left guessing.
Which faces are hiding.
I don't know what parts your stressing.
Or, why you're always so confiding.

I'm hurling myself towards you.
Trying to find all the clues.
Because, I realized I don't even know you.
Nor, why you act the way you do.

I'm painting a portrait of you.
From the shades you transmit to my mind.
These colors have to stay true.
Even if I'm painting while blind.

I want to know your thoughts.
I don't want to omit a single letter.

I want to explore you.
To attain a grander view.
I want to get to know you.
More than you even do.

I can't get enough of your presence.
It's like your existence is my special present.

I just can't get enough, my little crush.

© AgingHearts