Maybe I Know Now

Is it the way your hair fly in every direction; or the crashing waves in your ever blue eyes. What it is, exactly, I do not know. Maybe the way you cry when you are down? Or the taste of your lips on mine, peppermint. Maybe, now I kind of know why. It is probably the chills that surround me, Every time your hand brushes against mine; Or your melodious voice like a mothers lullaby. I think I am pretty sure now. it's the simple things that make me glad your mine And little reasons that make my heart race every time you smile.