I watch you speak through the screen,
As I blow out the smoke.
There is something about your smile,
That it makes me out of control.

I felt weak through my knees,
It was difficult to stand.
I sat there with a cigerette,
And a wine glass in my hand.

As you speak on and on,
About various different things,
I kept on listening faintly through it all,
Being not sure about the understandings.

For I was looking at your eyes,
Those beautiful eyes just like a star,
Can't stop but admire,
For a stretch of an hour.

Your eyes are like a deep ocean,
The ocean full of tides,
Which make my ship not so sturdy,
No matter how much I tried.

The way you sweep your hair,
Front to back, for a multiple times a day,
I am sure its make a lot of girls all very blushy,
But the difference is that instead of blushy I feel a little bit gay.

Why are you ashamed of your pinky finger?
Isn't it what everyone finds cute?
Well i just see as a coincidence,
Because mine is also small and all cute as you.

Your hands, your face,
Even your little toes,
Are more than perfection.
And not to forget that pretty little nose.

Acting is not required as you are naturally good,
No matter what it is,
Singing, dancing, speaking
Or even eating food.

As I take the last puff,
I lean against the stairs,
Hoping for some mircale to happen,
As I just want to see your face.

For I don't really know what it is all about,
Is it love or something else?
I am yet to discover.
But I am sure its more than liking, maybe even an unconditional love.