The way he looks at me, with that sparkle in his eyes.
I can tell the fire in front of the love is just a disguise.
He finds a way to pick on me to show his love.
The look, I can feel from across the room as I run to hide.
The chase is on – all fun and games – with jokes and laughs to follow.
A love story can be written on paper but is better lived through the day.
The looks, stares, touch, and laughs are the way to draw near.