Faces.

There is one you make when you're a little nervous
You scrunch up your nose and squint your eyes.
There is another one you make
When you look at me.
You pucker your lips and
Talk in that little voice you make
That makes me smile.

I love them all,
All your faces that is.
I love the little quirks that make up
Who you are.

I love the freckles on your nose
And the way you lift your pinkies
When you eat.
You know, there is not a single storm that life could throw at me
That you couldn't drive away
By puckering your lips
And making that little voice you make
That makes me smile.