Read Me

Read Me 

I don't necessarily believe in love at first sight 
But have you ever seen that person, and then a smile comes to your face 
That smile that you bite your lip just to hide 
When really, nobody is around to notice the way you're letting yourself get vulnerable 

That's the smile you give me 
But why? Why is that?!
I'v never met you
I probably never will get to hear your accent 
See you darling children 
But I do know, that before I read your poetry 
I see that face and a smile comes

And then I read your poetry 
My mind is taken but such vast remarks on how you view things 
Words are as fascinating as you are 
I hope you see it 
I hope you see me 
I hope you read me