I see a crying baby, peeling wallpaper, and your face,
Only, that face has an odd look,
I study this emotionless stare,
I look all over your lovely, beautiful face,
Your eyes at an angle, unfamiliar to me,
Your face clenched, yet relaxed at the same time,
I am unable to decipher this glare,
I see you reading my soul through my eyes,
Sitting there, I begin to fret,
Worry, about your stare, overtakes me,
Eyes shift, foot taps, fingers pop, you linger,
"I love you," I hear, resonating from your beautiful lips,
I repeat the phrase.
-daniel Wade