Believe, by Rosie

The way he smiles
all the time,
makes me feel special,
and sends chills down my spine.
His dark brown eyes seem to be searching my soul.
What he finds, only he knows.
The glint makes it seem like he was always happy,
but he told me himself not always.

To see into his soul
would let me know
the way he truly feels inside.
The reason why he laughs and even why he cries.
I'd know how it'd be inside.

And then at the time when I want to cry myself,
he'd just wrap me in his arms and hold me.
He'd say "it'll be ok, don't worry anymore today."
And no matter what,
I'd believe him.