It’s a Love Poem Let's get to the part when your smile curls out. That pause long when the conversation yawns. You drop down, I crane up, with cheeky smiles. Or I might tilt away or stare at my small feet briefly, but not too long, and again my chin rises up, and your nose lowers. I feel your fizzy; you sparkle somewhat fierce. Looking at me; you look at me. I delight to be.