The mystery that is you.

The way you laugh
seems to stop time
and the twinkles in your eyes
whisper of wonderful stories
moments captured by your liveliness 
and seconds cherished by your heart
the things you don't say
leaving room for what you might imply
and how you brush your hair out of your eyes
the way moonlight caresses your face
like your it's newborn child
and how your outward calmness
kinda, drives me wild
you're mistirous 
magical 
and not yet mine
but maybe you will see in time
that I am magic with words and rhyme
i am a poet
and a secretive beast 
but I know how to love 
and how to be sweet.